This soul I scry
With heartache to fill the sky
No wonder I'm dead inside
A hope and love suicide
I've done this before
And never have I seen the shore
Barely under the horizon
While my heart slowly begins to wizen
Anointed, every fiber piques
'Til one bears for nothing but seeks
Hungers for the sating of desire
Only to be found false, a liar
So I thought, in a dream
Dark in thought, seam to seam
Until fire danced and breathed life
And ended my burdening strife
With words to caress the air
In patronage to one so fair
In a prose, lost without care
Mad, once more, to even dare
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