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In sleep I lie,
in this place,
where dreams come to die.
Where the wind moans,
spirits wail,
and trees groan.
Where blood drips red,
staining the sky,
and the linen of my bed.
Where the air smells of rot,
the ground is ever wet,
and the water boils hot.
Here in this place,
I wait in anguish,
as blood falls upon my face.
My love promised me,
a heaven here,
such that I do not see.
My soul he took,
drenched in sorrow,
my love he forsook.
And so here in this place,
I wait for him to join me,
and his blood to cover my face.
- by Daughter of Elves |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/05/2009 |
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- Title: In This Place
- Artist: Daughter of Elves
- Description: Eh, wrote this one recently... not much else to say except that I hope you like it and check out my others.
- Date: 03/05/2009
- Tags: place
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Dreamy angel24 - 03/10/2009
- I love how u tlk about Heaven. Aru tlk about Jesus or God well written fantastic
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- Shotglass Sonata - 03/05/2009
- Good use of the word forsook
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- queen siva - 03/05/2009
- very well written. well done i love it
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