Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Dead Angel of Salvation
charred remains on a swollen path to pleasure
take me in your arms and wake me up from this dream
i won't rest until you've saved me, until you've cured me
i won't rest until you leave
how can i be cleansed from what you call misery
when misery stands naked in front of your eyes, not mine
if i need to be dirty to be get clean
then dirt i shall embrace with glee
and it'll all be your fault, my dear
it'll all be your fault, my "saviour".
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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