Prophesy
By Buzby
Prophesy I shall lie low, and out of sight In a prophesy of demise With strong rope tied around my wrists And a blindfold over my eyes I shall lie encased in ice In a cold store on my own With silence pounding in my ears And frost bite in powerless bones I shall lie in a darkened room In the silence of slumber’s farce Cocooned within eternal dreams And plagued by regrets of the past And as I am burning within the flames of this, my private hell There’ll be demons at my shoulder To remind me of how I fell Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 06:00 PM PST 0 • 10
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