The rain falls down caressing my skin
Alone I stand before my fallen kin,
To the West there is but death to see
To the East a mirror, and inside me.
North and South, My soul is crying
And in the end I must be dying.
For this loss, the one that I feel
Is of the few lacks that do surely kill.
On my knees I do fall, my hands on my neck
That salvation of choking which I pray to beget
For the spirits of two when combined to one
When united they stay and beloved they stand
'Tis surely a wonder one's heart must embrace
Through tears in the eyes or a smiling face
Alas, in darkness my death grip is gone
My weary mind from the weeping undone
For I lost my Muse and the fault is all mine
And the brightest of stars has again lost its shine
Pray, do tell me, why am I alive?
I know in my flesh, to the hells I should dive
For a soul without love is all but fulfilled,
Face it or not, you are still being killed...
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this is better than good... is it yours?
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