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Droplets

Contributed by agruvchic on Tuesday, 22nd September 2009 @ 01:41:01 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

"Droplets"

Time is but the a damaged foe to all that was and then
Can't be given, can't be earned when one begins again
Twas lost in turning, all soul burning to give and to be givin
What plagues the heart and stills the mind, our very reason for livin
A subtle look a glace mistook for something o'er the line
Sullen faces falls from grace and dances round the mind
Turn from me, that wicked sword which pierces my very soul
Remove it from me, evermore for twas never the ultimate goal.
Lovers fleeting hearts are beating, though seems to be in one
In truth be only restlessness and hardened angels son.
Lay in wait, curse this fate and bring it to my knees
Bow before this bitter end to die and all to seize
No more power in thy hands, no more feed, this disease
Please I cannot take my thoughts and turn them back around
Rebuke that thing unspoken here laid hallowed on this ground
It bleeds, it needs, it feeds but one but curse that blessed time
Once thought stolen seemed so golden has taken what is mine
Of all the stars and all the signs and interwoven laces brought
New of moon and new of heart sealed what had been sought
Let for thy mind be freely purged of all that is to blame
And open to what lays ahead, heart and mind....the same.
Until that blessed wanton time, no more can words erase
The time and sullen burden bestowed upon thy face.

Copyright © agruvchic ... [ 2009-09-22 13:41:01]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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