by The Fallen Soldier » Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:12 pm
{Alidena}
I walk around, bored. I needed to talk to someone about horses. Human or horse I'll talk to. Though I preferred to talk to humans.
Theres a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping, acidic questions, forcefully
The power of suggestion, then with the eyes shut
Looking through the rust and rot and dust
A small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark againIn the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up
Linkin Park - Forgotten