Blackend Dreamz
walk with me through drak dreams
a blackend path of misuery
wepping shadows of my soul
cry for a love they'll never know
witherd roses on the ground
gifts for a woman never found
the sun wont shine on barian hearts
the angle of death has clamed these parts
and chosen me, as her own
through desalation i now roam
i live in agony
plaged by my ever being.
Copyright © Christopher Caldwell | Year Posted 2009
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