As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

She is my cain.

She is my drug.
She is my vein.
She is my life.

She is my pain.
She is my wheat.

She is my grain.
I can abstain though I know it's so plain.
She is my cain upon the night.
I see her eyes.

Her tears are my skies.
Her heart beats my life.
I can't refrain.
Though I know it's so plain.
She is my cain.

She is my night.
She is my day.

She is my sun.
She is my rain.
I can't complain cause I know she's my bane.
She is my bane.

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