Sunday, September 15, 2002

Ghostly Coast- By: the damned

There was the repetition of crimson tides
The ebbing and flowing of remorse
The appearance of blood soaked sand

There was the gray midnight sky
The sorrow an pain
And only one lonely soul in sight

I could revel in the silence
Or cry to the stars
But nothing will calm me
Like the crimson tides

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