by stiffles_83
@ 05/07/2007 - 09:36:56
Isandra, Isandra,
Why did you lie?
I'd like my pound of flesh.
But I can't ask,
i'm not the cur,
that wants my revenge fresh.
Isandra, Isandra,
I'd like it slow,
marinate the meat to the bone.
Words are like magic,
though they take time,
Inevitability can surely be shown.
Oh Isandra, Isandra,
the story has come,
to an end so nice.
Isandra, Isandra,
forgiven... go home.
18/07/07 @ 02:53