Thursday, April 30, 2009

Fine wine and sweet lullabies

A frown on your lips as you watch them dine
The last liquid of your life is poisonous wine

Drowning in dark heavens we are weightless stones
Skipping past the horrors of the red dancing souls

You see beauty in the black skeletons eye
Smiling lips cracks as hell floods the sky

Such lightness withers until it fades
You become the sweet flowers that dies and decades