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Falling Sheets
These tears, they do shame me
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks
I can see the end
A void shrouded in sorrow
Remorse runs thickly
In these veins
The reaper stands there
Grimly in pre-dawn horizon
May I see the day
Once more? May?
This winter chills my
Bones in brittle leather skin
Two coins for the man
To take me
Away
These tears, they do shame me
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks
Who's face will I then face?
For what God is a real God before falling sheets?
Who will read my words, hear my cries
To find the truth in all the lies?
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks
I can see the end
A void shrouded in sorrow
Remorse runs thickly
In these veins
The reaper stands there
Grimly in pre-dawn horizon
May I see the day
Once more? May?
This winter chills my
Bones in brittle leather skin
Two coins for the man
To take me
Away
These tears, they do shame me
For what man is a real man with falling sheets?
The self loathing and deathly thoughts
Of warm blood running in cold creeks
Who's face will I then face?
For what God is a real God before falling sheets?
Who will read my words, hear my cries
To find the truth in all the lies?
Published 28th Jan 2014
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28th Jan 2014 1:51am
When the falling comes, you will know, for they say the final curtain say it all. The cold falling is like a little death so its said. Good read HadesR.
30th Jan 2014 5:11am
Anonymous
28th Jan 2014 12:32pm
I loved the line "Of warm blood running in cold creeks"
Great poem.
Great poem.
30th Jan 2014 5:11am
