Lorelei Complex
by halophoenix
I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
that made lady sing the blues
I am the spark that makes your idea bright
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother ’son’
the story that just begun, the promise of what’s to come
and I’m-a remain a soldier until the war is won
Recent visitors
A half decent view of the lights.
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Vegas really is a glittery, lit up city in the desert. Even landing in the dark, it seemed to spring out of nowhere, suddenly, a bright beacon.
This is a view from the same window, just looking down the strip.
This is a view from the same window, just looking down the strip.
7th Jan 2010, 09:49
