Fallen

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    Fallen

    I wouldn’t expect you to see

    What lies behind her mysterious eyes

    Raven hair cascades

    Over pale and tragic shoulders

     

    Oceans of bitterness drown her ability

    To remain just a scratch, a sliver

    Upon the surface of your life

     

    I wouldn’t expect you to see

    How you broke her heart

    By your oblivious ignorance

     

    Locked inside her fragile mind

    Wading through tortured memories

    She finds love no longer holds truth

     

    Darkness shrouded her deathly form

    Cold and alone, fallen and forlorn

    She sang her song of ethereal pain

     

    I wouldn’t expect you to see

    While kneeling upon her grave

    That she finally gave you

    Your wanted goodbye.

     

     

     

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    soulwriter commented on Fallen

    01-30-2010

    Your consistency in keeping true to your passion and talented form never ceases to amaze me, and makes me passionately envious - though prideful to have the privilege to read your works. This piece once again, though dark with pain brightens my mind with clear to life images. 10 Always!!!
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    dahlusion commented on Fallen

    01-21-2010

    "She sang her song of ethereal pain" The master of dark pain has spoken, and we bow to you.
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    nik commented on Fallen

    09-15-2009

    this can lead to so many stories it's amazing what a few words can turn into i love this best of luck
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    klassik commented on Fallen

    07-27-2009

    damn! that goodbye is so real so permanent! You do make death so beautiful you have defined your name on this piece i love! congrats!
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    Crush commented on Fallen

    07-02-2009

    I fall at your feet and only dream to write this well someday. You are my barometer and you raise the bar each time I read you. Where did you come from?
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