Darkness that blinds, but never stays
Hope that finds me in a daze
Somber hallways lea a bitter maze
Empty truths will hold a gruesome taste
Pain meant to hurt, but not to kill
Words like knives cut through silence still
Love is what a dying breath cannot steal
Unless it lies in Departure's will
There is no sense to be taken from me
But watch your step as you turn to leave
Rain will sing like a sweet melody
The songs Tears shed of melancholy
A clover for luck, and yet you're stuck
A blanket of Age which Time had snuck
Leaves wrinkled scars as a keepsake rut
Memories to hide with a skeptic's trust
Come, take my hand within your hold
And watch as the sky begins to fold
Together with you I shall grow old
Until we lie, to embrace an eternal cold
To chase me here, line for line
To read thus far you must have no mind
The trees may whisper and say they're fine
But not a thing can hold a match to Time
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