My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
It's dark as pitch A black, brittle, broken night And oh, I feel so cold and lonely A star my only company.
There's only so long you can talk to a star They're not very good at conversation I talk until my throat goes numb And you just sit there, calmly winking.
Cruel comfort, that distant light Your voice is gone And all you could have been But so is your pain, and sad sickness too.
It's easier to love a memory than reality any day There's clarity, moments like jewels glittering The sweetest tastes and the bitterest hurts Crashing together in waves.
Wounds heal over time, they say But scars remain behind to remind Us of what we've been through Four faces are forever etched on my soul.
The shooting stars sing in the dark There's a war going on in my heart I can't tell who's winning You're free forever. You've left me behind.
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I Solemnly Swear that I Am Up to No Good
Date: 2011-05-18 01:27 pm (UTC)For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Re: I Solemnly Swear that I Am Up to No Good
Date: 2011-05-18 01:33 pm (UTC)A black, brittle, broken night
And oh, I feel so cold and lonely
A star my only company.
There's only so long you can talk to a star
They're not very good at conversation
I talk until my throat goes numb
And you just sit there, calmly winking.
Cruel comfort, that distant light
Your voice is gone
And all you could have been
But so is your pain, and sad sickness too.
It's easier to love a memory than reality any day
There's clarity, moments like jewels glittering
The sweetest tastes and the bitterest hurts
Crashing together in waves.
Wounds heal over time, they say
But scars remain behind to remind
Us of what we've been through
Four faces are forever etched on my soul.
The shooting stars sing in the dark
There's a war going on in my heart
I can't tell who's winning
You're free forever. You've left me behind.
Re: I Solemnly Swear that I Am Up to No Good
Date: 2011-05-18 01:34 pm (UTC)It's not very good.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.