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...Ecclesiastical prose; my final pose
By SolApathy
I’m letting go
And where are you now?
You said you’d be there
Told me you didn’t care when I called
You would be there to catch me when I fell
I called in advance
I felt the darkness falling like a trance
Knew the depression was coming
No matter how fast I am running
It always catches me
I needed you to catch me before the dark veil fell
You didn’t come
…Too many errands to run
The sum of everything you accomplished
Means nothing
Anymore
It only took one missed
Cry for help
And where are you now?
Flowers, you hold above me
Tears slip onto me
But I can’t see
You whisper
I cannot hear thee
ecclesiastical prose
my final pose
before I am taken under
You will live and always
…know
And where are you now?
You said you’d be there
Told me you didn’t care when I called
You would be there to catch me when I fell
I called in advance
I felt the darkness falling like a trance
Knew the depression was coming
No matter how fast I am running
It always catches me
I needed you to catch me before the dark veil fell
You didn’t come
…Too many errands to run
The sum of everything you accomplished
Means nothing
Anymore
It only took one missed
Cry for help
And where are you now?
Flowers, you hold above me
Tears slip onto me
But I can’t see
You whisper
I cannot hear thee
ecclesiastical prose
my final pose
before I am taken under
You will live and always
…know
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Author's Note:
...Even in the light; fear can make it dark as nightComments on "...Ecclesiastical prose; my final pose"
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On Monday, December 19, 2016, sIo
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wrote:
Outspoken and outreaching. Very morbid and to the point. I like it.
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On Monday, November 19, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
Yes, I agree. Very morbid and to the point.
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On Monday, November 19, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
And with a very original song-like beautiful beat.
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