Mystic C... Poems

Sat, sat in the corner, the boy who's life was demanded
The rose which had whittled and died laid in his hand
The endless chime of the grand father clock froze dead
And as he rose from the ground all skin and no bone
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Dimmed light, stone cold walls
Reflecting, reflecting a path way
Yet those people did not follow
Nor did they realise what they had missed
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I had hoped that one day, one day the cold air would be replaced
One day the frozen lake would crack open
Just so that i could place my hands in its warmth
So i could drink to cure my parched lips
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He, the man who sat covered in bruises from each leg to each arm
He, who cried out for help and in return got none
He, who had so much faith yet little action
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It was the nightime in the moonlight
When your eyes they shone so bright
And the wisdom of your words they made us laugh so pretty hard
Destiny that special force the one that brought us to
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