November 5, 2011
There’s a child at my door
I wonder what she’s come for
There’s a women dead on my floor
I’ve never seen her before
Why are you here?
I fill the space
Within my mind
With death
I taste blood
Upon my lips
It makes me
Want to be alone
I’m your rose
Growing in the dark
Flames of rage
Fear my sight
Shadows dance
Within my sight
I laugh the truth
I walk beyond those standing stone
The harmony sings around me
Of those songs
Never heard before
By the sight
I shall roam

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