I see it in his eyes
that pleasure I can not describe
it's as if he and I are part of an ancient tribe
Our lust has no end in sight
neither does the pain we fight
apart we seem to know something more
a wise truth that shakes us to the core
we watch the streets below
all the neon that doth glow
people like rats lost in a maze
many of them in a bored daze
but not in him do I see
the spark of glee.
Aug. 10th, 2005 at 11:51 AM
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