Friday, June 12, 2009

some secrets that are death to know
can still steal hearts in curious lust
hearts that mistake the reapers curse
as yesterday's mislabeled woe

dont ask me to reveal the truth
for surely if i did
you'd see me as the setting sun
trying to rob you of your youth

but i beseech you from your soul to yearn
for the light shinning beyond the sky
for the hope that rest in a calm cocoon
and the force in lessons you dont want to learn

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