Fever

in data

And vacuous
is the set.
Just a chorus of voices
and borderline ideas...

Meanings reflect
a past in common
asking for revenge
I'm waiting to cross the line...
I'm waiting to cross the line...
Darkness all around...
I'm waiting to cross the line...
I can only remind you
In a living solo
I prey for your return
I can just see you.





Bookmark and Share

Commenti

  1. roentarre5 aprile 2009 10:08

    so artistic and beautiful there

    RispondiElimina
  2. Rae8 aprile 2009 02:24

    Ed Warner, Hi as I have said before, I find your blog and this post unusual. You are certainly offering something unique and I do like the artistic appeal of your blog. Thanks, dtxray2648

    RispondiElimina

Posta un commento