| Posted On: | 2005-08-08 00:00:00 |
Sky scraper, ironic, candied pain,
Vision's been granted through the rain.
Sweet baby blue raindrops on the philosophers cheek
She seams to have been tearing every week
And no one need know the sin of it all,
lest the fallen were deeper to fall.
The twisted, distorted, manipulating pain,
that drove her to do what was wrong in vain
Hear us, we're human,
hear us, we're overheated,
and we know through it all we will never be seated
For it is from that pity fall that we are in view,
squirming in anguish for what we know's true
