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black house
black house
and black crunch under my legs
black air
black clouds
in Black Country
there is no light underfoot
only reflection in a mirror
people have been waiting for too long
now standing in the middle of a desert
got cold
heavy chains fall down from the shoulders
none to look after
none to take care of
after black tornado went by
dreams
blood from carrion wounds
blind love of dead spring
mental unbalance
bitterness of bread
before black rain starts to fall down
from the black sky
are you still waiting for the night?
and black crunch under my legs
black air
black clouds
in Black Country
there is no light underfoot
only reflection in a mirror
people have been waiting for too long
now standing in the middle of a desert
got cold
heavy chains fall down from the shoulders
none to look after
none to take care of
after black tornado went by
dreams
blood from carrion wounds
blind love of dead spring
mental unbalance
bitterness of bread
before black rain starts to fall down
from the black sky
are you still waiting for the night?
Published 17th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
17th Dec 2009 2:05pm
Very nice indeed. Conjured imagery of a huge black expanse in some nightmarish vision. I like it a lot.
Anonymous
17th Dec 2009 2:33pm
gilded still with a tender humane light.loved it.
19th Dec 2009 00:39am
20th Dec 2009 7:24pm
I really like this. It makes me think of so many different things. Like im walking around in a cave or something
