Night rings like a bell
The rotted day fell
The end of the world
Or just a new year
You're not here
I hear a skylark
From the town that has gone dark
Eternal nightfall
My room's now too small
And you're not here
You've gone away
You're gone
You climbed the high tide
An arrow in your side
Pierced by the sharp thorn
Flesh whole and untorn
You're gone
You left your heart open
Aflame yet unbroken
That unwanted house-guest
The crab inside your breast
Took you away
And now you're gone
You're gone
The rotted day fell
The end of the world
Or just a new year
You're not here
I hear a skylark
From the town that has gone dark
Eternal nightfall
My room's now too small
And you're not here
You've gone away
You're gone
You climbed the high tide
An arrow in your side
Pierced by the sharp thorn
Flesh whole and untorn
You're gone
You left your heart open
Aflame yet unbroken
That unwanted house-guest
The crab inside your breast
Took you away
And now you're gone
You're gone
1 comment:
I have to say that Mr. Moron has pushed himself here, to good effect.
But we are not gone! (An amazing coincidence, I must say)
I am currently in need of some friends, if anyone is available, I have plenty of beds just outside DC, near Metro. email is nice too, but I have a lot of stuff to work on and I really need a hand.
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