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Purgatory (20th January 2010)
The door waits,
Lulling you into that false sense of solitude,
Aside rhythmic tapping echoed within a heartbeat,
Then swing - thud...
Shadow, do you feel that sense of urgency?
Pounding drum,
Racing footsteps,
Are they mine?
Are they yours?
Quickened pace,
Scarlet fever washing over me
Run
The once deserted lane
Looks the same from both sides,
Arm outstretched urging carcass to follow
Push through the door,
Turn to look at...
Solitude
And the door waits.
Lulling you into that false sense of solitude,
Aside rhythmic tapping echoed within a heartbeat,
Then swing - thud...
Shadow, do you feel that sense of urgency?
Pounding drum,
Racing footsteps,
Are they mine?
Are they yours?
Quickened pace,
Scarlet fever washing over me
Run
The once deserted lane
Looks the same from both sides,
Arm outstretched urging carcass to follow
Push through the door,
Turn to look at...
Solitude
And the door waits.
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