I walk along the streets of hell, knowing not where I soon shall dwell. But one thing I know, and it is true- my decision to go to Earth I soon shall rue.
I go through the gate, it's red as blood, the sight of my eyes in the mirror I hold grows peoples fear and shrinks the bold.
I go to Earth and see the green. I see the lush and the obscene. But the moment's gone, and I get up
It was a dream, Or so it seems because now I know.
Artea Alchemix · Wed Jul 06, 2005 @ 12:42am · 1 Comments |