This song I have heard many times before
While awake and even in my dream
And again, it is playing once more
Plundering the abyss of my mind.
Nothing is void in its play
Everything comes spiraling
Reminding the scratches that bleed
And the shattered pieces of happiness lying still.
This song I know have been here long
Playing melancholic rhythms of anticipation,
With deadliest sting the song I hear again
Its grip is gaining upper hand.
People say forget the past wounds
Let’s look for a healing bond
And I have said the same to many
Only to beholder made be known the excruciation.
Beckoning light of hope shining still
I am in full awareness of that truth
Yet I am plunging deep into the torment
Of the freezing winter and burning summer.
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