Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Tersian drops fall tonight
not upon the statue mask
Tersian drops bleed tonight
and cannot, will not stop
A thing called bitter taste has crawled up
bitter taste has crawled in my mouth
Down it went and devoured my heart
leaving tattered paper shreds
Then made it roost in my very bowels
coiled together in my stomach-on fire
And there it began to breed it's ilk
Breaking down my will, my power
Many trees are planted in my garden
Some were brought in, others were taken
Some lost, some sacrificed for greater ends
But now an earthquake shakes the ground
And would uproot each tree found here
Now all are left unstable and slanted
and so from Memory, who recalls their former forms
Tersian drops fall tonight

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