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- Feb 21, 2010
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The Endless Ides of March
I've attempted to etch your name in the skies
and let the people of far and wide come to see.
Alone you start drifting to a riot of long, unrequited love
compelling us to cease and desist just to watch our Ice Queen.
Here comes your smile of reflections in its awkward frailty
when you realize the whole world is rising to meet you; to greet you.
Those January crystals tears made you blind to my undying affection;
made you blind to recall that a world won't bend for me and you.
I've been made broken by this pain you ran across my synapses
the one that deceived me to thinking you'd stay with indifference in heart.
And you send that bittersweet smile every other stranger's way
as if you can't resonate with the beautiful insanity I once loved.
You tell me in grim tongues that you can't do this suicide dance anymore
familiarly choosing to say that we're making complete fools of ourselves.
This February crimson torrent has wrought a rift between us two;
this bleeding tempest is going to drive my unbeating heart close to you.
I've tried to break free from this imprisonment without your love
just to see that my two broken hands deigned to make one for you.
So here comes your hellish debut and the world echoes in the silence
as I vainly demand, "My dear loveless, tell me exactly how you feel."
Even still you just make one glance with your broken, stained glass eyes
and I find myself at peace with what true death is.
That March emerald breeze dead to the senses of those such as me;
those Endless Ides of March aren't yet lost on ones loveless like she.
I've attempted to etch your name in the skies
and let the people of far and wide come to see.
Alone you start drifting to a riot of long, unrequited love
compelling us to cease and desist just to watch our Ice Queen.
Here comes your smile of reflections in its awkward frailty
when you realize the whole world is rising to meet you; to greet you.
Those January crystals tears made you blind to my undying affection;
made you blind to recall that a world won't bend for me and you.
I've been made broken by this pain you ran across my synapses
the one that deceived me to thinking you'd stay with indifference in heart.
And you send that bittersweet smile every other stranger's way
as if you can't resonate with the beautiful insanity I once loved.
You tell me in grim tongues that you can't do this suicide dance anymore
familiarly choosing to say that we're making complete fools of ourselves.
This February crimson torrent has wrought a rift between us two;
this bleeding tempest is going to drive my unbeating heart close to you.
I've tried to break free from this imprisonment without your love
just to see that my two broken hands deigned to make one for you.
So here comes your hellish debut and the world echoes in the silence
as I vainly demand, "My dear loveless, tell me exactly how you feel."
Even still you just make one glance with your broken, stained glass eyes
and I find myself at peace with what true death is.
That March emerald breeze dead to the senses of those such as me;
those Endless Ides of March aren't yet lost on ones loveless like she.
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