Rice
01-28-2003, 06:46 PM
The poison sting
Is fatal yet
Nothing has come
To you
The piercing stone
Has severed deep
Within the mount
Of you
And slowly you
Fall deep within
The epitome of
The forasken
Slowly all
The tears you cried
the words unsaid
Came pouring out
Your blood has shed
Your ego bruised
There's nothing in it
For you
This will always be
And will become
The stains of your
Epiphany
Is fatal yet
Nothing has come
To you
The piercing stone
Has severed deep
Within the mount
Of you
And slowly you
Fall deep within
The epitome of
The forasken
Slowly all
The tears you cried
the words unsaid
Came pouring out
Your blood has shed
Your ego bruised
There's nothing in it
For you
This will always be
And will become
The stains of your
Epiphany