Above the fields I dream and I despair,
My unruly perch has seen too much blood,
I sit and stare at a pool of dark mud;
I wish to cleanse myself of this affair.
A crow hovers near, a speck of black spite,
His long hate-filled stare permeates my shell,
And I live in fear of where I do dwell;
I do not believe I will be here tonight.
I drift in the wind, shaken by the dread
That fills my head with broken thoughts of men
Gorging on intense heartfelt cries of pain.
I fall and crumble, shattered and wide spread;
A mess of emotional death, “Chaplain?”,
“Sure they won’t put me together again?”
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DRINK BEER!
Well if you saw it originally it was called The Egg, does that give you a clue?
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Well all i can say is if my heart was quiet i would feel empty, the fact it still beats out a sadness means i still have a heart to care. - Me 24/05/04
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DRINK BEER!
I read that he was actually a huge old cannon that fell from a tower, hence the battlefield atmosphere!
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Well all i can say is if my heart was quiet i would feel empty, the fact it still beats out a sadness means i still have a heart to care. - Me 24/05/04
I am an adopter at :iconwriters:
a canon? cool....
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DRINK BEER!
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Well all i can say is if my heart was quiet i would feel empty, the fact it still beats out a sadness means i still have a heart to care. - Me 24/05/04
I am an adopter at :iconwriters:
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