the mourning light
wake up to meet the day
and wipe the sleep from my eyes
already my thoughs race
and scatter about in my mind
my soul coughs...
my mind taunts...
and the day throws the day in my face
accross the room i see the mourning light
piercing through the darkend room
casting shadows that seem to ignite
firgures that grow and bloom
my head turns...
as thoughts burn...
and the taudry figures appear to loom
through the dark i can see the day
through the sleep i can see the light
through scattered thoughts that race
and casted shadows that ignite
my coughing soul
and taunted mind
the day thats thrown
by the mourning light
my turning head
and burning thoughts
the taudry figures
that seem to taunt
a thought quicky comes to me
and burrows through my brain
the mourning light that i see
is just the start of the day...
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