|Thomas Bangalter of Daft Punk.|
DilutedFor all your words that made their home in my headDiluted by A-Natural-BornKiller
and for everytime I had wished I was dead
my walls and breaths painted red
your wants and needs already fed
As another notch found it's way to your bed
Love at first sight
lost after a fortnight
every arc light lost it's sight
as every twelfth day grew into night
Every smile burnt to ash
your affections became more brash
your words spreading like a rash across my mind
It makes me wonder why I ever was so kind
For every doe eyed girl you stared at while your hand was in mine
as you dined on my heart with cherries and wine
you brined my loyalty in your own selfish hurt
when you threw my love away, into the dirt
Six Feet UnderWhen I'm six feet under,Six Feet Under by A-Natural-BornKiller
a bucket of dust and bones,
my memories suspending,
on their own.
Where the only living things,
grow on those that have died,
as a crow stands near,
preying on your mind.
Those kind folk you knew,
are now long and gone,
they've walked into the sunset,
singing another song.
As I lay in this tomb,
my own gory demise,
a little bit of sunlight,
came as a surprise.
Like I had died,
but not like before,
less people stood around, bearing their sighs.
I soon felt my eternal rest,
dawning on my old chest.
I soon met my fate
in this old wooden case.
.everything i hold dear. by oaklungs
i hold too tightly;
i am so sorry you were
marked when i had to
let you go
|I would just like to say thank you all for the wonderful favourites! I love you guys! I wish I could thank you all personally. <3|