March 29, 2011 - 7:02pm — Rutilus
there's a fizzing in my brain
that blocks my creativity
a mindless numbing pain
that draws from me my splendour
there's a sleeping man who waits
until the strike of midnight
we try to stay awake
in a ring of poisoned salt
in the witchery of nightfall
I seek a cure to end all ills
for all that came once you were mine
can never be ignored
as the shadows mark a path
through forest, river, mountain-top
the plague leaves dirty tracks
through the history of love
Mmm. Again, lovely rhythm,
Thanks bunches, Ocean c8