She sleeps with one eye open A death wish over her head Waiting for no reprieve Like a supplicant To a deed long since burned Ashes are not forgotten
Her world is shrouded in lies and deceit Where birth is death If one is crossed twice
Let her live, let her live Let her breathe without a tremble Let her live, let her live Living on the edge of trepidation
Handcuffed Trees that do not sway in the breeze The defenders of the amity Defend nothing
Tip toe to cause no sound No voice that carries through no wind Fear the powder, the drink, the cuisine Shudder at every discord Fragile eggshells
Let her live, let her live Let her breathe without a tremble Let her live, let her live Living on the edge of trepidation
Aeolith · Mon Jan 30, 2012 @ 08:11am · 0 Comments |