The Underground
Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I’ll feel my feet stepping
down
the
stairs.
She feels me filling her. My life is new, and now I will wait till we live again. We’ll live again. Part ourselves. Still the sky’s darkening umbrage.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Lost in parts. Traveling withered Green sinks down, underground the earth lay a still bed… the Earth has been left for dead. Yawning maelstrom, on a wind comes a scent from you.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Rasping breath and biting rain. I am not the same. You find that I solved you, but I’m dying anyway.
Steam powered riddles. Poisoned smile and cauliflower hair. Passion divine. He’s crouching for you… he’s ready for you. I will wait till you live again.
Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I feel my feet stepping
down
the
stairs.
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Copyright © William Green | Year Posted 2013
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