*Behind a curtain
Blind to the eye
To this I am certain
The Dead Land resides
Watch with my soul
I seek thee
I stare into the scrying bowl
I see thee
Crying these diamond tears
Screaming your name
It falls to deaf ears
Darkness you remain
Knocking on the livings door
You want to be known
Your heart beat, no more
Like a bad call through a phone
You're fading in and out of life
The light no where to be seen
Shadows impale your being like a knife
And you're silent as you scream*
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
*Behind a curtain
Blind to the eye
To this I am certain
The Dead Land resides
Watch with my soul
I seek thee
I stare into the scrying bowl
I see thee
Crying these diamond tears
Screaming your name
It falls to deaf ears
Darkness you remain
Knocking on the livings door
You want to be known
Your heart beat, no more
Like a bad call through a phone
You're fading in and out of life
The light no where to be seen
Shadows impale your being like a knife
And you're silent as you scream*
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