Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale

She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame

The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why...
HIM

Somebody take that song off my head! It's haunting me and breaking my heart.



The painting is now hanging on the wall and bleeding on my bed...



Applying for a Schengen visa to a non-mainstream destination (i.e. neither France, nor Italy nor Spain nor Greece) = HELL! And so, after 4 weeks of paperwork and investigation, I've been cleared as a potential immigration bird or terrorist, and have been granted permission to go to the Netherlands, where I will see my dearest . Hopefully I'll be in Utrecht on May 3d.



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