Walking South of Heaven

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    Walking South of Heaven

    Walking around, While fog rolls in
    Clouding all I have been
    where were you, when all was down
    Leaving me behind to choke and drown
    While I was bleeding, dieing, screaming
    For a touch, or taste I'm still just dreaming
    Now I'm lost in the darkest vault
    Even here I see it's all your fault
    While I struggle against the binds
    I have nothing left but time
    Fog removes, now I can see
    The ground is bare, not even a tree
    Once was dark, that I could widthstand
    The only color was upon my bleeding hand
    I wanted death, and was better off dead
    I live now with nothing left.
    Walking Somewhere South of Heaven.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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