Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Holy Knight

Whenever you feel a warm breeze brush against you,
that's the kiss I blew to you.
Head towards the sun, you can find me there fighting the moon.
I hate the dark, please no more night,
This day and empty space leave me with a warning,
watch for tornadoes and lightning bolts,

When night and the sun collide, danger is the end result,
I'm fighting the sun, drawing nightfall, instead of blood,
I'll sleep, but I will see the face of defeat
Such a friend in pain, is a friend I don't want to see,
Sleep with yours eyes open,
maybe its just a bad reality and you'll awaken in a dream,

Well, it's begun; I will think of you,
but only to remember what I forgot.

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