Sigh on Sunday

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Silent dance with death
Everything is lost
Torn by the arrival of Autumn
The blink of an eye, you know it's me
You keep the dagger close at hand
And you saw nothing
False love turned to pure hate
The wind cried a lamentation
Before merging with the grey

Demon, Demon of the Fall…

Gasping for another breath
She rose, screaming at closed doors
Seductive faint mist,
Forging through the cracks in the wall
I shant resist
In tears for all of eternity
She turned around,
And faced me for the first time

Run away, run away…

Just one second,
And I was left with nothing
Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air
That day came to an end
And she had lost in me,
Her credence

~Opeth

Sigh on Sunday's Works

Rant 2005-09-20Mundane Monday
Poetry (Personal)2005-09-20Redundancy
Poetry (Depressed)2005-09-20Confusion
Poetry (Comedy)2005-09-21endless
Poetry (Personal)2005-10-06The Bubble
Poetry (Depressed)2005-10-07Puppet
Poetry (Personal)2005-10-08Delicious Spite
Poetry (Personal)2006-02-03Memories in the Midst
Poetry (Reflective)2006-02-06the look back
Poetry (Depressed)2006-02-14Smudge
Poetry (Love)2006-02-21Lost
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