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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Rosancranz

I prayed with all the tears I bled, that you’d come back from the dead
You stayed, despite the tears you bled, so I’ll come back from the dead


Drops so heavy they could have been rain
That night, I saw everything
I know what you were doing to you
Did you know, what you were doing to me?
A kiss, so false it had to be true
A kiss leaving me in agony
That night it all started
Something wicked in the garden

No thing slices like Apathy
No weight crushes like hostility
Seeing you and I so far apart
And watching how you stumbled
were hooks that ripped my heart
and the rest of me crumbled
That morning it had dared
Something wicked in the square

Please don’t hide behind your shame
And know, I’ve endured the same
Pressure penetrates your skull
All those hands stripping you naked
Alone and exposed before all
And wondering how you’ll make it
That day it had shadowed me
Something wicked in the city

If you would just allow
For me to help you now
Don’t fret that I’m carrying you
On this road to eternity
I had once needed help too
And he does not demand alacrity
That noon on the trail
Something wicked was doomed to fail

You tied me up
You nailed me down
You pierced me through
You jeered
And I fell silent
And I fell
Through that abyss
So I could rise
And bring you with me
Nothing wicked can stop me

I prayed with all the tears I bled, 
that you’d come back from the dead
You stayed, despite the tears you bled, 
so I’ll come back from the dead

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