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Floating in the clearing water
Sloshing in its folds
The river holds it up
To show its stains of sin
Cloth holds too much sorrow
No one man should swallow
Once had rested
Apon the shoulders of a long past friend
Such confused feelings does it ignite
In thy hands does the heart loose light
A melancholy omen does it give
To Days that sing of a Hunter’s Pyre
In this Ravine does it come to thee
The last of the black
Falling from the threads
Hold it close oh wounded soul
Your pain will only grow.
Remember times of clarity
when days and nights were not filled
with a dark sludge
to match the color growing in your soul
Sloshing in its folds
The river holds it up
To show its stains of sin
Cloth holds too much sorrow
No one man should swallow
Once had rested
Apon the shoulders of a long past friend
Such confused feelings does it ignite
In thy hands does the heart loose light
A melancholy omen does it give
To Days that sing of a Hunter’s Pyre
In this Ravine does it come to thee
The last of the black
Falling from the threads
Hold it close oh wounded soul
Your pain will only grow.
Remember times of clarity
when days and nights were not filled
with a dark sludge
to match the color growing in your soul
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