I sit here, listening to the song that once was mine....
I'd burn a candle, but it's not peaceful enough in my mind.
I sit alone in a room too cold,
and think about a feeling of old,
I cannot drift back, there just cannot be
another relapse in this realm called me
so many pulling so many ways
a sail with hands on too many stays.
I don't expect them to see, nor to know
There is only one with whom I can let it show.
But I am alone inside my mind,
It is useless here to run and hide,
there is no where to go, no place to stay
when I wish that myself would just fade away.
listen the music beacons, but I cannot follow,
useless to travel that path alone.
why has there been no effort made?
I am left alone in the chill of the shade.
the shadows darkest, the sun too bright,
I try to justify, but I cannot fight.
my body limp, the nerves are shot,
I miss the resiliance even nerves so taught....
better than this endless limp, the endless cold
when life alone has grown so old.
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