A Dark Man (...Said...)
And every endless airy whisperThat you give to all your friends
Are but gutteral exhaling
That carry sickening secrets from deep within
If they could read between your eyes
Between the lines, that spot atop your nose
They would discover mystery's arrow
How to place the impressioning tip exactly where it goes
Oh but can you not find the dark rose
That condesending point of interest
That you hide but know is there
And is scattered about until your thoughts are repressed
So bring forth the deathly morning
It is still dark, and they do not see the yellow beneath your chin
And once again hold out on being yourself
And let the others begin
posted by Unknown @ 1:00 AM
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