20 December 2012
Love this:
I am a statue that bleeds A rock that breathes I see you fall, and reach out while frozen in place My cold heart beats vitally For the objects of my devotion I love them with my distance While remaining in solitude The seasons change around me Fair weather puppets dance gracefully I watch from afar To interfere would make it all disappear The souls of those objects would wither away To the dust that clings to my flawless face I continue to exist on my eroding foundation of life I stand guard A living statue in a dying world
Stone Soft • Opuss № I