Thursday, 17 March 2011

It calls and I return

I have returned to a place far removed from time
A place that feeds a hunger long forgotten
It never forgot me and silently it had called
Ignored by dreams of concrete my soul slept
Life bleeding away with the passing of each soul

But I have awoken
I have returned
And it's calling.
Calling
I close my eyes and I can feel it in my soul
Slowly it filters away, feeding others from my mind

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