She is an angel where darkness surrounds
the light without reflection that makes your heart pound
life's tiny tortures leave you like a curse
and your hungry and sleepless and bad turns to worse
Haunting slow memories roll through your mind
where there is no hiding to be deaf or blind
why do we bother to capture the sun
when it turns on the holder like a smoking gun
You consort with demons to hide from the good
and your telling your story to be understood
roll through the darkness inside of the hell
and your love is on fire but there's no one to tell
Reasons for love were the reasons for hate
and the reasons for running the reason to wait
salvation is gone there's no needle and spoon
and the light that surrounds it's a cold bitter moon...
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Reasons by Paul Balanchuk
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Yes. Thank you for saying what I feel this evening.
ReplyDeleteThanks , glad you dig it !
ReplyDeleteThere will most likely be music in the near future to go with it as well.