born of a binary star, amidst raging screams
from distant pasts, abscent lands, lucid dreams
trying with passion to share time, space and love
forcing each other apart from their bond, unwilling to
unwilling to kneel down, unwilling to let go
unable to go back before light was spread
inevitable it was, inevitable it'll be again
unwilling to kneel down, unable to let go
no remorse nor concerns, no last songs, no last words
a pale blue dot in the distance stands in awe
while the last drop of light hits its burning sky
only the echoes of a deaf shriek remains, as it was at dawn
born of a binary star, amidst a wasted spacescape
condemned to roam the vastness of self
surrounded by nothing but dust and void vessels
and no was the word uttered in pain
gave everything up to get nothing at all
had no choice but to shine for the worms
had no equal to cry to, to dance with
wanted no more than that which couldn't be had
craved with passion to know what was gone, what had been
born of a binary star, dancing fiery eyes
looking for answers, finding but crumbling stones
heading for a bright spot far away in the horizon
Limbo is a star in denial
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2/15/2011 04:41:00 PM
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