Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Knife Called Lust
i think of all that i have done
the lust of love i think so dear
i cry upon the clear fall
i get up ask whos there
Funny when things never change
Even when you say they will
But while your off screwing her
My life is standing still
One time to many,
One cut to deep,
Three times the pressure,
One shot to kill,
what would u do if i wasnt here?
would you cry or would you even care?
as i lay in a deep sleep never to awake
do u think of me how i was or how i look now?
as time flys we change
as we grow older we smarter
when time passes i watch the clock
i think about 10 years from now