I follow the tolling of the iron bell, my path is walked though not quite well, on one side are demons and angels the other, both of them calling me long lost brother, the chariot awaits my final choice, it's wheels set in motion by my uttering voice, things set in motion so long ago, and on this fine line I walk but nowhere go, sinner or saint which do I choose, nothing at stake except my soul to lose, ghosts of the past tug at my direction, claiming love hate and personal affection, questions in mind answers I need, to all things are fine lines indeed.
cosmicmanuel · Fri Oct 13, 2006 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |