Something so dark
Living inside
sinking...
all my might
When nothing
Is weaker
Than a river
In winter
I can’t tell
Which way
Is back home
When the
Whisper of the
Wind sings me
To sleep
Let only the
Dreams in
For nightmares
Have been
The only thing
I can dream of
-
Take a turn for
The dead
roses
That lay in my palm
Catch flame
from the fire
ignite
my
black soul
a crow,
i trust, to
hold
my secrets.
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