laugardagur, maí 29, 2010 wind of dying

die some more,
flirt with the abyss,
it loves you, sure it does,
so look it in the eye,
polish the stones you collect,
dance with your dreams,
no fear for your tears,
let it fall, everything falls,
you can go wherever you want,
but you will never,
never ever,
ever forget,
the haunting,
the clashing,
the blood spilling,
petals of yourself

rafael at 9:34 f.h.