So cold, so wet
so weak, so hungry
The weight of the darkness genuflects my soul.
So huddled I shake and I wait
Wait wait for me!
Come back, do return soon!
I can't see. Thunder flattens my hair onto my scalp but the lightning does no thing to illuminate the path that must, that must be before my blind eyes.
How can I step without light, you call this rescue?
But the greater darkness is deeper. Deeper than the shine-less drops of dew speckling my skin.
The greatest darkness is within and it stands before a great light. I am a shuttered lantern of the night.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 11:03 PM UTC
So cold, so wet
so weak, so hungry
The weight of the darkness genuflects my soul.
So huddled I shake and I wait
Wait wait for me!
Come back, do return soon!
I can't see. Thunder flattens my hair onto my scalp but the lightning does no thing to illuminate the path that must, that must be before my blind eyes.
How can I step without light, you call this rescue?
But the greater darkness is deeper. Deeper than the shine-less drops of dew speckling my skin.
The greatest darkness is within and it stands before a great light. I am a shuttered lantern of the night.
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