before the kiss of death and web of woe
you had it all and you had me
where are we now but in hell’s debris
could you not have walked away
and with my love only stayed
listened not to my own words
turned from that other life undisturbed
your time has come and gone alas
there is no more in the looking glass
whisper now what you intend
wasting away in the dark night winds
of my heart’s empty chambers
do you think yourself more alive
with the morning light
or do you linger here just for spite
is there no beginning nor an end
and each to the other love appends
whisper now what you intend
or do you linger here just for spite
is there no beginning nor an end
and each to the other love appends
whisper now what you intend
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[image credit to roger gauthier at http://artphotokebek.blogspot.com]
