Dormacy Through the Strife

I am the Pharaoh and you are my sparrow piercing my heart like the point of an arrow good times, bad times and the in between all this for you forever my queen I ride the night train like a vandal, restless a certain night air keeps me cool calm and collected somewhat expressive sometimes hard to find a reason, to believe in and keep me in line For the tribulation I receive little glory thats not the moral but the principal of the story a foundation for tales taller than mount Ararat I carry my ghosts no matter where I'm at in life the up or the down it all seems to be enough excitement to keep me around A pleasant smile flashes keeps my heart warm a question makes me fascist like an unpredictable storm I see what the math is all adding to disaster a controlled destruction brings an end to this chapter
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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