In the early parts of the dawn
Death is upon me
Like a merciless whore
My soul is dying within
Motionless in the forest
I am with thee
In conceivability you were born
Yet there will be none who will mourn
As your piercing will reveal
Life giving blood ebs from your wound
A throbbing heart beating
Struggles to keep the light within thy eye
As we both fade
A thousand deaths from those who strike
At the reiteration of innocence
That is laid upon the heap
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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