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House of The Hidden
Contributed by
ExodusOnWeezer
on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 03:18:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I am the tallest roof Stuck under the moonlight Gray windows that hold nothing Reflective and near out of sight
Flaky shutters Crooked at each rotting edge A yard in no comparison With a rusted fence around my head
Weeds even choke the concrete Once a modest group of stairs Crumble now in the darkest memory Not as strong as was theirs
But, you must cut yourself Round the fence and eat the rust Follow the crumbled steps to the back Wipe away the tears and blow away the dust
And you see the sunlight breaking in For a garden may flourish behind this house Beyond all the darkness and destruction Its all in my head, even now
But, you are the garden That which I speak so fondly of Behind the darkness I used to comfort Back before I fell into your garden of love..
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ExodusOnWeezer
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2004-11-16 15:18:31] (Date/Time posted on
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