Welcome January – Frontiers (acoustic)

Welcome January
“Frontiers (acoustic)”
Quetzalcoatl
(c) 2012

I’m inhaling dust from this old town
I’ve become a nightshade on the ground
Her dead lights project all around
Grasping at straws without a sound

Toward the sky red sparrows fly
Their wings like knives tearing through the midnight
She’s one her back
Pennies on her eyes
Her ashen face tells her life

One after once more

In frontiers unseen
Cabal-themed dreams
Erase my sanity
Surrounded in lies
On a funeral pyre
I sit inside the bleak December

On these frontiers
On these frontiers

Her lips like stone upon me
Like the old cypress trees
I could have sworn they were holy
Like truth cradled in her deceit

One after once more

In frontiers unseen
Cabal-themed dreams
Erase my sanity
Surrounded in lies
On a funeral pyre
I sit inside the bleak December

On these frontiers
On these frontiers
On these frontiers

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About Robert L. Franklin

Ah, the About Me section - social networking's excuse for you sounding like an elitist prick. Hmm... what to say? What to say?
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