Around, all around, my ghosts gather.
My dread grows as the His touch,
Falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
Blood drips
To the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In pain I call your name
While death Comes in closer.
Now alone, my blood falls upon the black earth.
This is because of you....
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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