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can you say the same?
living between here and there in the house of dying dreams
the world feels like a empty playground
heartache has pulled strings to render me so very tired and desolate
the road is long and so cold deprived of any emotional warmth I'm fighting for survival
frightened of dying cold an alone
I'm hanging on to dreams and memories like a gravedigger's most prized possession
with a full moon rising
this night has been set aside for those whose thoughts turn to darkness.... a silent murder of crows watch with their shining red eyes..I can go to my death confident that I am not sinless but betrayal wasn't one of them
can you say the same?
~ D Donner ~
