Pulp Fiction
simple.
White Mage

Blue-EyedStill as moonlight Deep in a night storm My vision- Sorrow Petals at dawnBlue-Eyed
If once I were blue-eyed A victim, a tear So sadly I'd fall To my knees
Shouts close behind me Circling concern Would loosen my chest Like the sun through the air
If once I were blue-eyed A victim in tears So tightly I'd cling To embrace


The SunLong ago I lay sinking A thousand depths below whats seen. My lungs had filled with blackened sea. To breathe, to live, there was nothing. My eyes blind in the deathly dark I swam to what could never be I swam so long, so long I reached. I swam intoThe Sun
My dying dream.


The ChaseShe runs her fingers through her hair Her ragged gasps pollute the air Gone is the poise, the queenly grace She's caught up in a primal chase.The Chase
Her husband's close behind her still His heart is hungry for a kill His wife's betrayal tore his soul And caused him to lose all control.
She stumbles on the cobbled floor Steadies herself upon the door Her bare feet throb with bruise and cut She slams the door, and bars it shut.
The tears stream freely down her cheeks Tattooing them with ugly streaks She hears her husband rage and shout He ca