So an Anarchist and a priest walk into a club. The Anarchist goes straight to the bar and orders a Bloody Mary for the priest just to be funny. The priest, being quite the comedian, punches the Anarchist in the face, takes all his money, pisses on him and then sharpies an Anarchy sign on his forehead.
Moral of the story: Priests have a strange sense of humour.
A long lost lover died in my mind last night.
The stars above the ceiling were out of the limelight
And in walked a dire thought.
What if you are lost?
What if I am no more and I have become what I fought?
A long lost lover died in her words on a small screen.
Black on white with crimson red underlining
Or maybe that was just my mind
Defining your long last words.
A long lost lover died in my hands tonight.
The phantom of her hand in mine
Only served to strengthen my plight.
A long lost lover,
Lost in flight,
Found at the lowest height.
Sunken sorrow shadowed her memory
But long forgotten whispers saved me from misery.
A long lost friend
Exists in my mind,
Hidden within the sound of her silence.
