Sullen clouds go scudding 'cross the bleak tableau
Obscuring my view of you
The weeping rain echoes my sentiments
And I take another sip of this poison I alone have brewed
I drink this down season to its dregs
And stare into the corpse-cold distance
I lie in the sodden grass lie an abandoned mausoleum
And bleat my fear and sorrow
Where are you? Where are you? I call
Won't you wrap your arms around me?
Or have I crucified them
Again?
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