My prospects have become less promising. I find it hard to believe in anything. Seems I lost my world and so I lost my faith. And I can't go back to where I've been.
Two faces appear before my eyes. One I don't know but I should. Looking past all the obvious. Just to see lines that can't be crossed. Dictate a presence.
Open life beneath. Her glory stains the hearse. Procession watch the rain. Mourns the opposite birth. For the wind hopes to die. Far away from home. .
well I'm here. and summer is gone I hear. so pray for me. as I now leave your town. when did I say this. I will never leave. I can't recall this. moment in my life.
Through the bleak window of my soul. In marble halls of falling snow. Winter touch the earth undone. Embittered we embrace for funerals to come.... . Related.