Soon, the rain will cleanse the world of its desire,
to pour itself in the watery embrace of the heavens,
and the souls are filled both with respect and curiosity,
looking on the walls of clouds marching in.
In the dark you see many things different,
creepier and hostile,
shapes of the summer leaves on the top of the forest foliage,
looking silently over the malevolent black mass,
when its still just the woods you know.
If there is a way I can go on,
lead me to it, because it wont be soon before long,
and this numbness will drive me mad.
I know I cant go back even though my heart leads me there,
I cant because these door are closed
and there aint no pick I know to set them loose.
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