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The Graveyard
Run again..run again..
what do you see...
I see the dark fog of the night
I see their names in the moonlight
I am walking among cold slabs of rock..
it is dark, and the ground is hard,
and I hear the trees whistling as the cold breeze hits,
the cold feels good...
and the shadows seem mysterious in the moon,
can't see but know they are there,
death and life...where are they?
and you run from the unseen,
that which is hidden in the shadows around you,
from fear of the unknown,
and the unknown that chases you...
I seem to have a close affinity
with black and white (when they are together),
graveyards, gothic mudderings,
and why-is-it-so philosophy.
so lies the darkness in the shadows
of our Alleys which keep you away,
for the unseen keeps chasing you
and you keep running...
the night is where I find refuge
where lurks the unseen and the unknown..
for I find comfort in knowing
that life and death hath the same melody..
and in the shadows of night,
so is life and death the same...
Written by Damien Daville
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