Among the Souls of Empty Hearts
Among the souls of empty hearts
O distant bells of steeples chime
in echoed hymns of saddened weep
Comes again the midnight hour,
down dampened cobblestone to creep
Along the darkened streets they roam
of alleyways and torches fed.
To reap the fortunes of desire,
black shadows, piercing eyes of red
With fingers crawling guttered dreams,
slicing realms through endless mist
Empty hearts which now they seek
with blade of sharpened steel now kissed
To carve the tears, come wailing fall,
neath worried frowns on window sill
Collecting that which no one knows,
until such bellies have their fill
With carpet bags and tethered rope,
a list on which your name is scrolled
When heard the knocking on your door,
just close your eyes of nightmares told
Soon you’ll wake to find your place
among the souls of empty hearts
Where clouded paths shall be your guide,
this valley as your soul departs
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