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Too Late
ghosts of the past
writhe out of the ground
in the falling mist of
spring rain whispers
petals strew at your
feet beside your crown
amid silhouettes in old
and faded pictures
you roar like a wild
dragon tangled in a net
the sweet breath of
the north wind sings
dancing shadows you
can’t seem to forget
given to an ancient fear
and all that it brings
I’d love to crawl in your
head and behind your face
to see your pretty world
through slivered eyes
the rhythms drift slow
and sweet in this place
your forced laughter
is a thin disguise
untangle the dark and
wretched mysteries
open doors to things
best left in the past
you shudder and crumble
in little victories
and look into a mirror
that’s been smashed
writhe out of the ground
in the falling mist of
spring rain whispers
petals strew at your
feet beside your crown
amid silhouettes in old
and faded pictures
you roar like a wild
dragon tangled in a net
the sweet breath of
the north wind sings
dancing shadows you
can’t seem to forget
given to an ancient fear
and all that it brings
I’d love to crawl in your
head and behind your face
to see your pretty world
through slivered eyes
the rhythms drift slow
and sweet in this place
your forced laughter
is a thin disguise
untangle the dark and
wretched mysteries
open doors to things
best left in the past
you shudder and crumble
in little victories
and look into a mirror
that’s been smashed
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