The Lake
The LakeIf perfection perceivesno wars, no hunger, no angerwhere in solemnity will lost souls forsaken;find peace in bloody horror?On this was a lakeperfect and forgottenwhere wingless angels go to dieand their souls are eatenforever takenthey file on to restless boatsforever wanderingin and out with a grieves- less tidecrosses, gravestones,have no place herebecause they are forgottenand always wanderingno rest, no lovejust terror of recreationand their secrets releasedOn the lake,Dark boatsfrom hundredsof dreams float, wander, weepas darkness swallows soulsToday,on the lake,you are rowingfloating, wandering, weepingas the night swallows yoursoul, and are drowned in death Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 01:51 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The LakeIf perfection perceivesno wars, no hunger, no angerwhere in solemnity will lost souls forsaken;find peace in bloody horror?On this was a lakeperfect and forgottenwhere wingless angels go to dieand their souls are eatenforever takenthey file on to restless boatsforever wanderingin and out with a grieves- less tidecrosses, gravestones,have no place herebecause they are forgottenand always wanderingno rest, no lovejust terror of recreationand their secrets releasedOn the lake,Dark boatsfrom hundredsof dreams float, wander, weepas darkness swallows soulsToday,on the lake,you are rowingfloating, wandering, weepingas the night swallows yoursoul, and are drowned in death..."