Blankness The river is deep, the river is wide, the river is shallow, but when I cry, I see my shadow stretched long on the ground, and I see your's beside me cowering sound, and the stillness that comes over this sillouetted shroud, as the rains come from the Heavens, and the angels stare down, You try to hold me and love me once more, but the end was the end, as was the killer to the whore, and the rain was to the river, like the blankness of the floor...... The PooRe PoeT 1-9-2000/3-7-2000 copyright 2005 (The Dark Rooms)