terça-feira, outubro 18, 2011

Sweet things

Seek and destroy
Again and again
Burning them angels
Sweet beasts made of rain

Hellish, demonic, fiery
Insane as it is
No false hopes, no regret
We are what we are
We chose to forget


I dreamed we were gone
The sorrowful dead
Then we burned them again
Sweet beasts made of dread