Conal McCarthy Biography

And I remember standing in a wide open meadow
Staring up at the night sky
Listening to the melody of darkness
Embracing the tranquil void
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Living in a false identity,
Emotionless and empty,
A meaningless existence,
The living lie was I,
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The fox playing in the wood,
Stopped where it stood.
The trumpet sounds,
Starting the hounds.
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Alone in the deepest hell,
Searing agony,
Screaming silence,
Repeating death,
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Trapped in the unchanging world,
Day by day time passes,
Forever will my world be,
...Caged.
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