From Your Boy #1
by admin on Oct.26, 2009, under Thoughts on Then
Girl,
I want to let you go
But I hold you near
Time with you is long
Yet poisoned with fear
The clock ticks away life
My youth is spent writing
Letters of love to you
But my lips I’m bitting
Screaming like a demon
Cracked lips can’t kiss
My stretched temple is breaking
Stolen from the sanctuary is bliss
Silence is splitting my soul
The temple is knocked down
Order chaos, Life death
The pauper wears the crown
-Your Boy
