Pools of anguish overflow
a solemn, silent dirge
From the opaqueness of my soul
all my fears converge
Pretty lights on the horizon
blotted out by rain
Is this desolation
or could lucidity be so plain?
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Pools of anguish overflow
a solemn, silent dirge
From the opaqueness of my soul
all my fears converge
Pretty lights on the horizon
blotted out by rain
Is this desolation
or could lucidity be so plain?
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