Light cutting through the once cold night
striving to imitate your immortal beauty
cries a song of sorrow
as we turn our backs on it
We run as far as we can and hide
from those who crave your untainted kiss
and lay under the gentle tears of heaven
to once again slip through the fingers of our demons
and search refuge in our dreams.
by: Aida Rose
Light cutting through the once cold night
striving to imitate your immortal beauty
cries a song of sorrow
as we turn our backs on it
We run as far as we can and hide
from those who crave your untainted kiss
and lay under the gentle tears of heaven
to once again slip through the fingers of our demons
and search refuge in our dreams.
by: Aida Rose