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Drifting Black
See me dance[/font][/font]
in dead girl's shoes[/font][/font]
my heart is torn and dirty [/font][/font]
in your cold-moon light[/font][/font]
there's nothing more[/font][/font]
there's nothing more to hurt me[/font][/font]
Dark rivers cut through stars[/font][/font]
our stories now I stumble over[/font][/font]
shadows how I fell [/font][/font]
so far so foolishly[/font][/font]
drifting back[/font][/font]
drifting black[/font][/font]
longing for your[/font][/font]
precious agonies[/font][/font]
drifting back, drifting black[/font][/font]
Feed me seconds[/font][/font]
of your breath[/font][/font]
beating moments[/font][/font]
until death cant save me [/font][/font]
I have lain before[/font][/font]
where torments rule[/font][/font]
made my bed[/font][/font]
on hopeless dreams[/font][/font]
with precious agonies[/font][/font]
wrapped up and tied by [/font][/font]
your precious agonies[/font][/font]
No saving shore[/font][/font]
or exit clues[/font][/font]
yield bitterest perfection[/font][/font]
unspoken loss [/font][/font]
there are no ships[/font][/font]
to sail away my frailest [/font][/font]
false intention[/font][/font]
The curtain's drawn [/font][/font]
on dawn's sun light [/font][/font]
and black becomes my mirror[/font][/font]
I see the game's [/font][/font]
afoot again[/font][/font]
and I must play[/font][/font]
although I know my soul's [/font][/font]
compelled to bleed your[/font][/font]
precious agonies[/font][/font]
Drifting back, drifting black[/font][/font]
drifting back towards[/font][/font]
your [/font][/font]precious [/font][/font]
agonies[/font][/font]
in dead girl's shoes[/font][/font]
my heart is torn and dirty [/font][/font]
in your cold-moon light[/font][/font]
there's nothing more[/font][/font]
there's nothing more to hurt me[/font][/font]
Dark rivers cut through stars[/font][/font]
our stories now I stumble over[/font][/font]
shadows how I fell [/font][/font]
so far so foolishly[/font][/font]
drifting back[/font][/font]
drifting black[/font][/font]
longing for your[/font][/font]
precious agonies[/font][/font]
drifting back, drifting black[/font][/font]
Feed me seconds[/font][/font]
of your breath[/font][/font]
beating moments[/font][/font]
until death cant save me [/font][/font]
I have lain before[/font][/font]
where torments rule[/font][/font]
made my bed[/font][/font]
on hopeless dreams[/font][/font]
with precious agonies[/font][/font]
wrapped up and tied by [/font][/font]
your precious agonies[/font][/font]
No saving shore[/font][/font]
or exit clues[/font][/font]
yield bitterest perfection[/font][/font]
unspoken loss [/font][/font]
there are no ships[/font][/font]
to sail away my frailest [/font][/font]
false intention[/font][/font]
The curtain's drawn [/font][/font]
on dawn's sun light [/font][/font]
and black becomes my mirror[/font][/font]
I see the game's [/font][/font]
afoot again[/font][/font]
and I must play[/font][/font]
although I know my soul's [/font][/font]
compelled to bleed your[/font][/font]
precious agonies[/font][/font]
Drifting back, drifting black[/font][/font]
drifting back towards[/font][/font]
your [/font][/font]precious [/font][/font]
agonies[/font][/font]
Published 5th Jan 2010
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6th Jan 2010 6:58am
6th Jan 2010 9:34am
Thanks Riyah - then all my word by word tweaking was worth it - this must be version 34!
Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 1:39pm
6th Jan 2010 10:45am
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6th Jan 2010 1:03pm
I fucking love this Abra , well thought out , and written to an exqusite level of imagery and profound emotion. I like how you point out your massive known vulnerability in this , like you know but hell here goes again haha , brilliant piece of poetry my friend I must say .
6th Jan 2010 1:51pm
I am but helpless whimsy swirling on the treacherous tide of life - thanks for your kind words, Paul - they mean a lot.
Anonymous
- Edited 14th May 2018 11:51pm
6th Jan 2010 4:23pm
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6th Jan 2010 5:59pm
Thanks, Priya - I had hoped to achieve a degree of undulation so I am pleased you single that out.
6th Jan 2010 9:27pm
You know the more I look at this I am still not happy with the poem's layout, Jack. But I can't put my finger on exactly what bugs me about it. Maybe, I'll never know.