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Tuesday, June 07, 2005 BLISS a poem by gab caraon Tears I cry unto thy night Tears of pain, of fury blight! Pain I cannot bear within My heavy heart is breaking in. How my heart burns in the fire Burning in my pure desire To end this pain that caused me strife To spill my blood using a knife I cannot understand just why The stars shine not here by my side I cannot fathom, I cannot see Why I dwell in misery Maybe I am cursed with this: To live in infinite abyss And tears I cannot help but shed While I suffer on my bed... |