Saturday, February 13, 2010

Song of the Day No. 61

In the Night

I drown in swirling shallows
And sleep in the arms of shadows
In the night, in the night
The cold makes my soul shiver
As I drink from the bloody river
In the night, in the night

There is no guiding light
There is no wrong or right
Such grim and awful sights
And sensual delights
In the night, in the night

I breathe the perfumed air
And tear the clothes you wear
In the night, in the night
You used to be so special
Now you’re an empty, broken vessel
In the night, in the night

The full moon lights my way
Through thorny paths of clay
The smell of blood, alluring
Is fetid, sharp and lurid
In the night, in the night

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