

The Poet And The PendulumOh sweet angel of long lost love Tell me why Im a poet without a heart. (The maiden who lies with decaying doves; The puppet in a silent show of poetic art.)The Poet And The Pendulum
Why did all the laughter seize in my life When the rusty pendulum started to descend. (To see why the husband raped his wife Or to see what man cant mend)
Along the shores I silently wait For the heavens to give to me The crimson rain beneath the dirt. (The death Ive longed to see)
Oh why is the songwriter dead? His blade fell upon his broken soul; Ripping apart his
Devious Comments
but i guess...it's okay!!!
I'll be keeping an eye on you too
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