Saturday, October 29, 2005

Nice Nights

saints come and carry my body away
and all that is left is this mind
a floating speck of black ash
that wants to be washed away in clean rain.

consume me, consume me
and be my star.
starlight, starbright
be my star tonight
and let me enter into you.

where do you go when the nights end,
me and my star need to get away,
be valiant and maybe we can end together.


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