How I’ve dreamed, I’ve crossed the line
I’m lost in catacombs sublime
The landscape hidden beneath the cold
And colors flash so brilliant… bold
A chill unearths immortal fear
I stand to touch the dark’s veneer
The wind sweeps in from up above
Uncertainty through hate and love
Monday, May 10, 2004
Dark
Posted by Christopher L Webster at 2:55 PM
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