Sunday, June 28, 2009

(Old Things) "Untitled"

Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

Sweet song of my own inspiration
Why fly free of imagination?
Let your wisdom cover me
In turn I give my sanity
Why be sane and have no song?
Why sing life if the tune is wrong?
Why let hope drown in silence?

At least there is a chord for violence.

Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

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