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By lovecraft Date: 2006 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.06.21.04.14275]] |
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Shades of dreary gray Black heart, cold and untouched There is no soothing Emptiness bound inside like a burden Naïve but temptation still rears its disfigured head Wanting and fearing Needing and Craving Exhilaration, will it come my way? A withered flower still wants attention A dying tree still needs a little water An old man a companion Thick fog blinds all sight The road ahead may be treacherous Perils and pitfalls watch and wait Around the love there is an ancient and towering gate A gate that begs to be opened Or maybe it was open all along Oh when will my love come strolling along? |