At Thy Feet

behold mine guilt be carved 'pon this furrowed brow plainly writ for all to see i pray thee now speak softly fair an' sweet an' brook no lie to pass thine ruby lips those serpent fangs venom filled 'twould pierce an' wi' their poison still this wounded heart that lay bleeding lost an' dreaming far beneath... where mid-night forest darkly flows this raging torrent swiftly feeds black rivers writhing coldly thru my soul as faceless voices darkly speak urging chaos mindless screams nightshades tearing rending eat the broken pieces of this wounded heart that lay bleeding lost an' dreaming far beneath... where the sun is but a myth deep within this dark abyss an' the moon faithless fades from memory alas speak softly fair an' sweet release me from this dark abyss that lay bleeding lost an' dreaming at thy feet . . Pic Poem http://oi60.tinypic.com/29kvqs8.jpg . .

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