trekker
05-21-2006, 08:13 PM
Deep waters do I swim, far beneath the Seraphim. Angels on my left and right, move by day or dark of night. If I was to creep accross the night, would magic beasts appear? Would the Longenus spear, tear as it were the very pattern of light in my eyes. With thou upon my bed our lips tremble when they touch. Sweet as a drop of necter, and as aromatic as a flower, your fluttering limbs around me like butterflys. I am a poet, and thou art my words.. I love thee madly and turn to kiss those lips of wine. I am drunk on the sweet intoxication of your mouth upon mine.
There once was a hole, it had no air, there was a vacume in the scene, the crime was high, the blackness was darkening. Gold and silver shone in the Nile. When I want to eat I scream. When I clean my feet it seems like I have a soul.
There once was a hole, it had no air, there was a vacume in the scene, the crime was high, the blackness was darkening. Gold and silver shone in the Nile. When I want to eat I scream. When I clean my feet it seems like I have a soul.