|
|
10:49 a.m. - 2002-03-18 Bloody knees, bloody face, bloody sound Unending words, hopeless thoughts all abound Where's your voice.....only sound...'won't confound All the suffering taking root, earthly ground Tall pine sentinels overlooking Tory Glen Shook, trembled split apart only when Lightening foolish lightening appeared western sky And lifeblood drained.. On earth loved by I... And all those I truly loved Passed me by.... Eventually by... Skies clear, again I discern a few shapes In fluffy, slow-moving distant clouds The hags stand at a distance mouths agape Daggers hidden under itchy woolen shrouds Pleading am I at welcome gate Hearing derisive laughter... from hags mouths... It's too late
|