Friday, October 31, 2008

A Flight Of Force Left For You

Slow, will it ever be
Grow, still it is for me
Lost, more here and gone
Cost, short of nothing strong
Force, making a sort of rush
Course, taking on a new trust
She, rip into my sun
We, grip tightly our gun
Fight, close the words now
Night, woes reign on down
Cover, crush me on stone
Lover, must remain bitter cold

1 comment:

caserad said...

the rhythm of this, it's like magic.
i really really love how this flows. and the picture above? perfect.