Final Redress Of The Dead

Sourpuppet

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I see your eyes
they are filled with ice
so cold and lonely
in their appearance
yet scream to me
and shout out my name

Final Redress of the Dead

I hear it, it's a cold world screaming
beleagured thought to the unseeming
listen to the tear drops streaming

I hear it all
a world so cold
like ice on your face
I feel beaten
and broken down
like a man who's lost his way
a dread encompasses me every night
I lie awake
a cold world screaming
for me to stay away

pulled away from you
just like I knew I should
receieved the news
lessons for a rebirth
your voice liners
sticking in my mind