Post by Tin Man on Aug 22, 2005 10:50:54 GMT -5
In solitude I ever more exist,
Laughing sadly as fare-thee-well she kissed.
Our ended love is my hysteria,
Veiled beneath a tin man’s polished panels.
Every instant on mine her lips are pressed -
Years more added to my purgatory.
Only the return of the one I miss,
Uniting us again, clears out the mist
Assailing my heart. My dementia
Never slows from growing, writing annals
Generated as my clock comes to rest.
I created this, my plotless story,
Erring in my pleasure to earn pain.
Gentle torture; I will not love again!
Laughing sadly as fare-thee-well she kissed.
Our ended love is my hysteria,
Veiled beneath a tin man’s polished panels.
Every instant on mine her lips are pressed -
Years more added to my purgatory.
Only the return of the one I miss,
Uniting us again, clears out the mist
Assailing my heart. My dementia
Never slows from growing, writing annals
Generated as my clock comes to rest.
I created this, my plotless story,
Erring in my pleasure to earn pain.
Gentle torture; I will not love again!