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a field of crowsA Field of Crowsa field of crows
Blackened earth on a field of fading green Summer's glory fading to fall's fell death Avian flock, feral, foreign and fey Shall my death be fodder for such menace? A foul upon my soul, painless and quick Golden eyes stare right through that blackened veil A shudder fills me with such cold dead dread A life lived so cheap, without a harvest Love so cheaply tossed away like refuse
A lovely smile so taken for granted Pecked away like cold flesh torn asunder Oh fowl messenger of death's fall harvest Shall you look upon me with sad regret?


A Melancholy MorningA Melancholy MorningA Melancholy Morning
The sun so warm upon my aging face,
Melancholic morning, so comfortless Loneliness heavy on my souls shoulders A weight of such proportion, a slow death Where is the melody of my sad soul? In the clouds so thick among the blue sky Looking for the solace of such answers A cry through the tress so softly swaying Remembering the soft feel of your lips Such sustenance no more shall I receive Loss and unfulfilled desire, dire warning The curse of such a cruel unblessed life Should loves bounty ever give me solace A treasure


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Darkness becomes me, comforts and consoles Seeing the world for its petty measure Gray and miscast, a storm at sea, wind shorn Drifting on an endless tide, ebb and flow Malevolent and ill intentioned cast Like those thoughts inside of this dry worn husk Veiled vindictive vision, ugly visage Shall you continue to look away or See the tortured blind wreck I have become Shall you look through my eyes, colorless world Remember the cruel joke made of me From the countless lies and laughter, so cold Rather to be blind than see your soft smile Rather


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And sometimes I wonder at the depths
Of these pale wounds, I surrender Surrender to those gasps of pain, failures All that I have been and still am, losses Losses all, and yours the worst of them Still I wander the path, seeking solace The solace that only the breeze can bring Cooling, softly brushing through my hair As your hands once did. I wander blind Would I have never known you? For all your lies, I miss the touch
Of your soul and I am so scarred Scars that will seemingly never heal
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You create your own Universe as you go along.
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You create your own Universe as you go along.
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Ta,
Flin.
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You can turn a frown upside down but you can't change a serious face.
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Fix it! Just fix it!
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