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The Sun and the Stars
Pure snow melts passively
The fierce sun finally blesses us
With Godly rays of buttercup golden
Throw in a rainbow or two
And it will be time to call the Mad Hatter to a tea party.
Late in the indigo night of secrets
Stars sing to me as I pray
And cry over you
Intestines tied in bows as gift wrapping.
You see the same stars, I fear
They feed us identical messages
Self-loathing read in the skies and in our sick stomachs
Just like fortunetellers reading tea leaves --
To everyone else the signs are lost.
But in our twin sorrows and sobs
We sit naked in cold iron shackles
Waiting to be carried to a new life of sunshine true.
End of the World
I said I loved you
But I just tortured you
Claimed you as my own
And turned you to a slave
One of the Wonders of the World
When you are searching among crowds
Of Empty-Hearted People.
Parted as if by a deep soul death
The End of the World billows closely
I dread my fate
My wicked judgment doomed from my sins to you
I will not weep
I will live as a prideful stone
Worn but clean from the waves
Of saltwater tears I've outgrown
Nothing is left but one sweet wish:
To rewind time and be true to you.
