Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Quadrangle #3

Side 3

I well remember people, places, things
But no matter where,  it was people and
They always broke me and the Empty Kings
Of Addiction presided as I fell

Their eyes were full of joy, wisdom and tears
Their hands with scepters, with pipes, rocks and papers
Don't want to crash, just fall my dears
Into the depthless blue but I fell

From the steeple of my hopes to the ground
Of my fears and I look down as I fall
On the Empty Kings Of Addictions' mound
Where they stand with their eyes filled with love
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