Let Me Go

© 1996 Lucy Piotrowski
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Night shall fall, prepare to learn
the ways of my unholy taste,
where life and death are hard to earn,
and bitter souls are laid to waste.

My conscience burns a tender scar
In this decrepit place I hide
of me and you and who we are
Murdering from deep inside.

So lead me not where horror dwell
A place where tell-tale hearts do lie
But lead me into nature's swell,
where anguished hearts consent to die.

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