The Day My Soul Died
By Jewels5150
Around, all around, the angels gather. My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul. It severs me, and darkly my blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones. In a strange and terrible glee I call your name while Death's shadow takes my hand. Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bloody eyes. This is your love Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 01:58 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Around, all around, the angels gather...."