From tender years you took me for granted.
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs.
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,
(Your draped were silver wings, your shutters flung)
I drew the poison from your summer's sting,
And eased the fire out your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;
And if you left me I would move again,
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;
Helped form the final words before your your death.
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.
AND AFTER ALL OF THIS I AM AMAZED.
THAT I AM CURSED FAR MORE THEN I AM PRAISED.
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs.
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,
(Your draped were silver wings, your shutters flung)
I drew the poison from your summer's sting,
And eased the fire out your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;
And if you left me I would move again,
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;
Helped form the final words before your your death.
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.
AND AFTER ALL OF THIS I AM AMAZED.
THAT I AM CURSED FAR MORE THEN I AM PRAISED.
I'm just trolling the interweb. Hung around one of my fav sites. I'm getting eager for Thrice to release a new album. ^.^
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