Was there a name by Keith D Allison No rhythm no rhyme I wished I could find the time in the vastness of space empty this shallow dance blank the stage the heart tears the tears they bind for there's nothing nothing left to fine dark the trembling of night Your blade my love has engrossed the torture of night the hell of darkness oh darkness the coldness of your blade 05/03/2009 Posted on 05/04/2009 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/04/09 at 08:16 PM This kind of "cut" is the deepest. Painful, yet well voiced. Thanks. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)