Some Things Never Change There is no love for I But thoughts that drift from fatefull threads Let love not turn anothers head For fatefull thought's desires. All shining masks and glittered saints You love for what you think Till thought gives form to what not is And drives us all to drink. There is no I within your mind A construct made of all you want That you should paint me now and thus A figure so high and gaunt. My weary eyes look down My weary blood still beats My weary feet still dance... read more
