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Who Hears the Shadows
Who hears the shadows
Calling
Who hears the bad?
All around
Who knows the darkness
Were walking and
Who knows the best way down?
I will not wake up
To view your "world"
Where the emphasis is on
Quantity, and Quality almost forgotten
My sins are soul
Rooted in letting the Quality decline
At the whishes of others
For a purpose they are so unsure of
I would bury myself
In a field of poppies
If you would remove the fence that keeps me away
For the Dreams alone, if nothing else.
I Bled myself and went to sleep
I bled myself for sweet relief
But sadness came as I awoke
For as I then had thought it might
The blood did clot throughout last night...
I'm not grown stiff, and cold as clay
But forced to face
another
Day
