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| Lucky #7 For Justin |
| by Pandora |
LUCKY #7
I have been given a great dream;
There are many people dieing all around me
And the air is filled with blood and white smoke
I've become a hallow figure, choking on tears
With my arms wrapped around you,
Because of the great memories you've given me
How sweet the kisses were from your lips
And the gentleness from your heart to your heated touches
Helping me through thickness and fears.
The wind began to blow through our hair as the sun began to come up
Through the trees and over mountains
To the base where the vines have begun to bloom
I can still see your reflection in my golden cup
Your whispers hold on through me like tar without the suffication;
Can you stil hear me blink velvet?
Sitting in the mud, our bodies soak up the blood around us,
Shaping the aura we share
Sifting through the ashes of sanctuary
Pulling at the roots of judgement
Begin Armegeddon,
For you must have missed us.
I hold your head to my neck for you
Can you hear my heart beating as I hold you tight
Ignore the shadows behind the lids you should raise
And take your wrists to bending
Reach deep into the heart you have for me
To know I'd release myself to have you move forward
And remember the way you held me once
I thank every day that you have wrapped yourself around me
And every kiss that these dead bodies couldn't fathom
You are my heaven and I hope you know you've been one of my angels
That have saved me from myself so many times. |
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