behold
mine guilt be carved
\'pon this
furrowed brow
plainly writ
for all to see
i pray thee now
speak softly
fair an\' sweet
an\' brook no lie
to pass
thine ruby lips
those serpent fangs
venom filled
\'twould pierce
an\' wi\' their poison still
this wounded heart
that lay bleeding
lost an\' dreaming
at thy feet
where mid-night forest
darkly flows
this raging torrent
swiftly feeds
black rivers
writhing coldly
thru my soul
as faceless voices
darkly speak
urging chaos
mindless screams
nightshades tearing
rending eat
the broken pieces
of this wounded heart
that lay bleeding
lost an\' dreaming
far beneath
where the sun
is but a myth
deep within
this dark abyss
an\' the moon
faithless
fades
from memory
alas
speak softly
fair an\' sweet
release me from
this dark abyss
that lay bleeding
lost an\' dreaming
at thy feet
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pic poem
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