the outside warm from sun
but here we'll stay till darkness comes
for as we stare the cloudless sky
blinds our face burns our eyes
the night has come we dance we play
the world is ours till break of day
the shadows come to guide our way
white as ice cold as clay
we long for warmth we long for blood
liquid life to sate our lust
we sense it now the living scent
we drink our fill to hearts content
we look towards the rising sun
the first few blades of morning come
return inside to hide away
till blackness comes to veil the day
the night has come we dance we play
the world is ours till break of day
the shadows come to guide our way
white as ice cold as clay
the night has come we dance we play
the world is ours till break of day
the night has come we dance we play
the world is ours till break of day
© ZephyrAnjoyo 2010
Friday, September 25, 2009
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