Here I sit on lonely hill above they
Who do not understand my passions fey
I choose not to look down upon their dark pyre
No, my gaze rises to bodies higher
The stars and moon alight the heavens high,
Judging me as a sin or a sinner, even when I
Soar away with wild thoughts that follow bright dreams,
To live among the stars in their regimes
I hold this pen a little tighter,
I wish to capture all that I see, but this time as a writer
I can feel the breeze coming to take my soul away,
To the heavens in the sky, but on a dog’s sleigh
Loud thunder makes me open my eyes,
I look at the still sun, could I collect the bits and still improvise?
‘Oh please don’t kill me’ she said, ‘It was just a small game’
I kept walking with fierce red eyes and a perfect aim,
One gunshot, one brain shattered and one put to shame.
There could be no forgiveness now, but I only can see the blue sky
Hiding from the police and fame, writing a suicide note in reply
I see the dog’s sleigh promising to take me to heaven
But how can I believe that when the dog is a demon?
Tears are falling off my face, warm then dry,
My heart is ready now, it can forever lie
I will stand up on this hill,
This paper safe, laying here still
‘Oh I am sorry’ I cry as I...
Who do not understand my passions fey
I choose not to look down upon their dark pyre
No, my gaze rises to bodies higher
The stars and moon alight the heavens high,
Judging me as a sin or a sinner, even when I
Soar away with wild thoughts that follow bright dreams,
To live among the stars in their regimes
I hold this pen a little tighter,
I wish to capture all that I see, but this time as a writer
I can feel the breeze coming to take my soul away,
To the heavens in the sky, but on a dog’s sleigh
Loud thunder makes me open my eyes,
I look at the still sun, could I collect the bits and still improvise?
‘Oh please don’t kill me’ she said, ‘It was just a small game’
I kept walking with fierce red eyes and a perfect aim,
One gunshot, one brain shattered and one put to shame.
There could be no forgiveness now, but I only can see the blue sky
Hiding from the police and fame, writing a suicide note in reply
I see the dog’s sleigh promising to take me to heaven
But how can I believe that when the dog is a demon?
Tears are falling off my face, warm then dry,
My heart is ready now, it can forever lie
I will stand up on this hill,
This paper safe, laying here still
‘Oh I am sorry’ I cry as I...
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