Ian says:
A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made - I took the blame
Directionless, so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free - so you say
He knew what he was talking about. Listen to him.
I am a member of no groups.
I owe allegiance to no factions.
I am here to ensure one thing: knowledge must be free.
he didn't laugh, he didn't cry
smirking instead for unlife:
she danced his
lie and sang his isn't
he marked, then called another off
did, and then they couldn't stop
another compound of crystal flesh
some hearts will dare, this heart will less
facing a dreaming solar wind
she turned around, smiled again
(underneath, she drank his sin)
he tried to laugh and tried in pain
he shouldered war and died again
to dream this (silver nothing sleep
he wallowed through the hollow deeps)
she cried aloud to walls of stone
he didn't hear; they'd all gone home
(but for his name, she left alone
she never smiled and walked among
the depths of height, the halls of done)
and with her death, he grinned again
perhaps a prism to hold the rain