The dripping never ceases
in the minds cavernous reaches
where the doves and the crows scrabble away.
The call for night increases
as the blinding light pierces
the desperation that has come to stay.
The engulfing darkness teaches
and the loneliness is speechless
as the life is swallowed by the shade.
The blackness does impede us,
smother and deceive us
to find the stillness a comforting place.
And the dripping never ceases
and the doves, they lay in pieces
in the hollow where there's no light of day.
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