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by Keath Oct 16, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Loneliness is a harsh word to bear A laugh makes more skin crawl I buy my qualms and whispers Going upwards is a long fall Yet there's no need to close my eyes For darkness has by now surfaced Raw, piercing ashes on my skin The whole world is being chased The dread is more than tangible Making me sweat in the cold air Streams of water down my spine But in reflection they're not there Can you hear me coming tonight My little feet on the frozen floor Thick layers of blisters trailing behind Another pair of prints on the front door A chair has fallen on solid land The wood battered of age and years A single tear must slip away unseen Collaborating with my lover his fears And all I can do is wait for this Save time for a second of grace Two spare limbs to draw out None there to receive my embrace