A thousand fair thiefs all steal at your heart
Those poets of movement and creators of art
The high-volume pimps who hustle romance
Splashing the streets with color and dance
The blast of horns, great flags unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their lies and surrender their thrones
And there in your room, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no demons from the past
Just a cluster of bones, and a window of flood
Collecting the heartache like droplets of blood
Still I stand before you, with eyes to the sky
No coin in my pocket, no dagger at my sid
A thousand fair thiefs all steal at your heart
Those poets of movement and creators of art
The high-volume pimps who hustle romance
Splashing the streets with color and dance
The blast of horns, great flags unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their lies and surrender their thrones
And there in your room, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no demons from the past
Just a cluster of bones, and a window of flood
Collecting the heartache like droplets of blood
Still I stand before you, with eyes to the sky
No coin in my pocket, no dagger at my sid
Current Residence: Arvada Colorado ya'll. deviantWEAR sizing preference: xl Favourite genre of music: Metal Favourite photographer: Evan Gross Favourite style of art: None Operating System: Errr P.C? MP3 player of choice: Meh dont own one. Shell of choice: What? Wallpaper of choice: Warhammer 40k Skin of choice: Er um? Favourite cartoon character: Bart Personal Quote: In real life as in dreams, Nothing is as it seems.