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La Sombra

I can’t see the light anymore
only the darkness.
In a room full of candles,
I bring the shadows.
 
My mummified heart
beats a dusty thud
inside my chest;
a funeral drum.
 
I am the ghost of Christmas past,
Christmas present
and Christmas future rolled together;
a morbid apparition.
 
I take love
and turn it into misery.
I take praise
and turn it into apathy.
 
I am every niggling doubt,
every weasel lie,
every broken heart,
every wistful sigh.
 
I bruise the soul,
and harry the mind.
I take something good
and break its trust.
 
I can’t see the light anymore;
I am just the darkness.

◄ One That Got Away

Lullaby for Thermopylae ►

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Steven Kenny

Thu 23rd Dec 2010 23:14

Thank-you very much Steve! :-D

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