In Still Shadows, by W Ross Clark

 In Still Shadows

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In still shadows,

tall dark grass grows,

ensnaring everyone

walking in the darkness.

On my way home

I stumbled and roamed,

found mice elf face to face...

I wish I could erase...

it would be my only dream.

What have I become?

 

…2: Harsh words are spoken,

promises are broken,

we have awoken the beast.

Now we are late for the feast.

Can we still recover?

Eyes are swollen, love is stolen.

Blind we walk into the day...

strangers when we walk away,

when once we were lovers.

Damned have we one another

 

…3: I would pick a pauper’s passion,

a pin cushion for pricks,

paralyzed to pleasure,

burden the brunt of beggars.

I have cleaned your wounds,

nursed strays in my room,

how could you believe, therefore,

that I would not be at your door,

in your darkest hour...

were it in my power?

 

…4: I would gladly bear your pain

to see you live again.

Hold your head in my hands,

and wait for sorrow’s blast.

I would cast it back to hell,

from whence the bastards dwell

and tell a trillion tales

of bloody nails

tearing toward the flesh

of weeping innocents

weeping innocence

Ross has been calling me since I boarded the plane back from France

The Jim White song, "The Road that Leads to Heaven" has been attached to him for me.