7/3/2004

Run

Filed under: — Daemon @ 10:07 am

Run from me with all your lies,
your pretty face and the tears you cry.

Run from me and my grip escape,
my lustful yearnings and my demonic shape.

Run from me and fly away,
Dream of light and better days.

Run from me with all your lies,
leave me helpless, and the sun shall rise.

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