As the storm drifts away
Complete the reign of sorrow
Can rule these inner voices
But can't trade these 'thought-well' choices
When tried for sin
Entangled within
Where drearyness haunts
Can't give this bitter some taste
The surge, dead still
Unbind; I know it will
Engulfed in splendour
When signs weaken, inside falsely spoken
Why should it be in my wave?
Though undone in sadness
I'll break through the vague desires you save
Compulsively I hate
In your head rotting away
Trampled and begotten
Written 14-12-2002
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