Cut Me Open And I'll Sparkle In The Sun.
I'm The Saving Grace Of My Own Race,
The Race Has Just Begun.
Beacon Of A Century,
Savior Of The Past.
I'm An Angel Without Wings,
So My Halo Turns To Ash.
Ashes To Ashes, Dusk Till Sun.
The Lightning Among Thunder.
Sun I Am Your Son.
Rain I Am Your Father.
Tears Become The Rain.
I Am My Own Savoir,
Without Me
There Is No Day.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
