Echoe And Delay
Created | Updated May 29, 2005
I replied in stuttering staccato verbatim I'd say
I'm sorry so sorry that you decided not to stay
You smiled a strange style to beguile a form of play
like some beams from the moon through a yew's midsummers night
A rushing stream calmed still amid mid winters ice, stands this
willow weeping long cold tears.Long cold piers of diamond pillars
Downwards drops to earth, beneath emotions motion
locomotion h2o exfoliation drips
Eye lashes lashed my cheeks then my eyes they bled
Bleeding leaking lifes woes downward onto toes .
Whilst building up inside my confidences they fled
Seeing feeling seeping outward like a coward goes
The very thought of this killed all my insides dead
Numbness succumbing slower and I know it shows
These tears tearing down my cheeks red
Bleeding grieving
Thoughts inside my head outlook bleak
Sighing dyeing whining
The love that I have lost was so unique
This then rearranged my smile instead of up its down
Eyes that looked ahead ,now affixed upon the ground
If seen in reflected puddle framed with a frown, surround
Chance you'll see the inside me outward brimming from within
A concentric tear drop sent outward spreading both world skims
Gyroscopic drip let macroscopic tsunami wavelet ,.going round..
Up down ground down crushed and left for dead.
My eyebrows drawn so taunt they plucked all joy that's left in me
Hurt more than Eros's arrows when they hit you in the belly memory
Like being just struck with strangers chord, a sword or Damocles
Yes end of life love liberty freedom to misery imprisonments
Forever to be so lonely all on my very own again I am reminded
From those words I heard you say a sort of de ja vou of you
One with echo and delay
Again I replied in stuttering staccato virbratoe dont go
I'm sorry so sorry that you decided not to show that you love me
But again you smiled a strange style to beguile a form grimace
Your face like some view from the mars the god of war, this time i saw
A rushing stream tumultuous all bubonic now is festered
willow weeping long branches now all thrashing
My heart my soul my spirit all smashed or cut to shreds
A lifeless corpse recalling the moment of its death
I'm sorry so sorry that you decided not to stay
You smiled a strange style to beguile a form of play
like some beams from the moon through a yew's midsummers night
A rushing stream calmed still amid mid winters ice, stands this
willow weeping long cold tears.Long cold piers of diamond pillars
Downwards drops to earth, beneath emotions motion
locomotion h2o exfoliation drips
Eye lashes lashed my cheeks then my eyes they bled
Bleeding leaking lifes woes downward onto toes .
Whilst building up inside my confidences they fled
Seeing feeling seeping outward like a coward goes
The very thought of this killed all my insides dead
Numbness succumbing slower and I know it shows
These tears tearing down my cheeks red
Bleeding grieving
Thoughts inside my head outlook bleak
Sighing dyeing whining
The love that I have lost was so unique
This then rearranged my smile instead of up its down
Eyes that looked ahead ,now affixed upon the ground
If seen in reflected puddle framed with a frown, surround
Chance you'll see the inside me outward brimming from within
A concentric tear drop sent outward spreading both world skims
Gyroscopic drip let macroscopic tsunami wavelet ,.going round..
Up down ground down crushed and left for dead.
My eyebrows drawn so taunt they plucked all joy that's left in me
Hurt more than Eros's arrows when they hit you in the belly memory
Like being just struck with strangers chord, a sword or Damocles
Yes end of life love liberty freedom to misery imprisonments
Forever to be so lonely all on my very own again I am reminded
From those words I heard you say a sort of de ja vou of you
One with echo and delay
Again I replied in stuttering staccato virbratoe dont go
I'm sorry so sorry that you decided not to show that you love me
But again you smiled a strange style to beguile a form grimace
Your face like some view from the mars the god of war, this time i saw
A rushing stream tumultuous all bubonic now is festered
willow weeping long branches now all thrashing
My heart my soul my spirit all smashed or cut to shreds
A lifeless corpse recalling the moment of its death
