Suffocated
Written March 31, 2005
Now the passion's dead...
Beyond cemeteries of fantasy
wanderlust of happiness rains
dreams lost forever to the chill
of love's indignant embrace
Winds carry the moans of lust
and cries of wounded hearts
solidifying the sanctity of time
for tortured souls and harlots
Feathers fall upon snowy hills
as though bludgeoned by fate
leaving trails of liquid crimson
awaiting their shallow graves
Moonlight no longer comes
the sun long denied it's rays
for darkness heeds to nothing
once entering hallowed space
Suffocated by the heart's aftertaste
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