[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL...
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I think of thee in a thunderstorm of epic proportions.
A rain of emotions washing across the plain of mine sanity in torrential sheets.
Wind driving water into the windows of mine soul... trickling down in undefined lines... aqua so fluid.
We swept along in the flood as it threatens to wash it all away... memories and all.
A picture floating away... away.
Grey and black clouds that seem to touch the tops of mental trees as a day becomes a year, a year a decade and a score.
Pain does not go away it just become a little less sharp as its blade grows rusty and dull.
Sometimes taken from its box and cleaned... shining as it is rubbed and carressed.
Glint of the tears as they fall onto its steel and shimmer in watery drops that catch the reflection of a man.
Blinding the force of this tempest as it threatens to change the very land that a man doth stand on.
Submerge all in a watery grave.
The sun shall come out tomorrow... the sun... the sun.
Wind driving water into the windows of mine soul... trickling down in undefined lines... aqua so fluid.
We swept along in the flood as it threatens to wash it all away... memories and all.
A picture floating away... away.
Grey and black clouds that seem to touch the tops of mental trees as a day becomes a year, a year a decade and a score.
Pain does not go away it just become a little less sharp as its blade grows rusty and dull.
Sometimes taken from its box and cleaned... shining as it is rubbed and carressed.
Glint of the tears as they fall onto its steel and shimmer in watery drops that catch the reflection of a man.
Blinding the force of this tempest as it threatens to change the very land that a man doth stand on.
Submerge all in a watery grave.
The sun shall come out tomorrow... the sun... the sun.
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