Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Shroud

This vacant place inside swallows me as the night surrounds my soul,
Deeper still, I fall victim to it's irrefutable call.
Suspects of it's malicious pain are those who cause me joy,
How can these people so close to me bring the feelings that also destroy?
Is it my lack of better judgement?
The pace of which we bond?
The times of which they be the ones I must fall back upon?
The deeper the connection runs, the farther pain can reach,
This is a vital lesson that only experience may teach.
How pale we all seem to be, in this moon lit lack of color,
The same we all shall be by fade of it's light,
And while physically we shall sit together,
We sit alone by the blackest shroud of night.

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