2 de janeiro de 2008

weathered

it's exhausted, bathed in gloom
that new light arises old hearts
over dirty shoulders guilt looms
barbed wire wrap severed parts

saturdays replete with beginnings
sundays drenched in lost feelings
weeks of spiders crawling under
shards of hope cutting blunt

the dawn steals all the reasons
that the night promised as whole
dirty caskets of shared treasons
don't belong in stories untold

rain down hell in souls wretched
no peace, no home and no rest
still doubts disappear from moments
cascading fast in buried lungs

the words remain in silent hills
as drops of time in burning reels

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