Light up your pyre

17Oct08

Hack yourselves to death,
and when you are tired,
rest and start again.

The bloody gun has fired,
after long sweaty seconds;
Undo the good hours, but preserve
the guilty moments.

When nobody’s around,
all are dead or down,
you’ll need someone to play the lyre.
Give me a call then,
and I’ll light up your pyre.


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  1. 1 Aria on November 5, 2009 said:

    I’d certainly give you a call then .. really liked your ‘dark side’ : )

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