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Bella Morte
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Ezoic
2004-04-01 00:26:59 (UTC)

don't fear the reaper

i've taken to sleeping in my clothes. jeans and a bra, if i
can get my shirt off with one hand…
i’ve just been so tired, and coughing so much lately, it’s a
good thing i don’t smoke.
its been lots of late nights and dreaming about him. And
dreaming about things being better than they are, better
than they’ve been, but the pessimistic side talks a lot of
shit, i don’t ususally curse, so pardon my latin or french,
or what ever.
do you know? do you that i like you? that i've dreamt of you
looking into my eyes and forgetting i'm me for a moment and
seeing what i see? yes you.
i don't feel like feelin' right now, but i can't help it.
feeling i mean. i'm not always thinking. i'm always writing
but i'm not necessarily thinking. its hot. not now, but it
was yesterday. gosh its been a while. i've been taken under
by a mysterious bird that flaps his wings and taunts me with
words i don't always understand.
and i'm haunted by meanings. people don't always say what
they mean. i can.
i can laugh and cry.
but i can't always say what i mean. sometimes i just smile
and hope for the best.
isn't that how it goes?
wine and cheap perfume. it goes on and on.
can i talk to you? will you call me? i gave it to you, will
you call me? you haven't but will you? i won't mind. am i
bothering? then stop reading right now. so much confusion
and speeches to no one in particular.
i was lying down with the wind, on that hill, and the sun
was on me and for a moment i was happy. i was happy just
being me on a hillside.
on the grass.
in the sun.
lying with the wind all around me.
la la la la la.
i was singing in my head, and there was wind, and in that
moment, everything was perfect.
i wish i had more of those. those moments when one can
surrender themselves to the utmost truth of the matter. and
its okay. its okay to not be perfect and find perfection in
this thought.

i sound. well i don't this isn't speech, but if it was, i'd
have tomatoes splattered all down my front. mayber cyber
tomatoes. are there cyber tomatoes? maybe not.
i'm going.

gone. almost.

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40, 000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and
Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday... Redefine
Happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday... We can be like
They are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And she had no fear
And she ran to him... Then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are

Come on baby... don't fear the reaper


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