|05-10-2007, 02:45 PM||#33 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Winchester, VA
If anyone else is doing vox we can switch off verses or something. That'd be cool.
There are visions but she is not one.
To an outlined carbon block I'm setting my sight from
Ether to fog and fog into dust.
And we are ghosts, good god we are ghosts.
Empty piano keys and chords for tunes of transistor bulbs
That burn out, and flicker without light.
Add to it.
|05-10-2007, 10:42 PM||#34 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2005
I gotchu, hopefully building?
The house has carved our names in itself
Eating time with its ragged front door open
I dream of you sitting by the fireplace
Singing a lullaby to the cold remains
I reach out to touch you but there is nothing
And the darkness swallows my fingers again
A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño