Lost in time...
Trapped of heart.
Enslaved by sadness...
Of all my art.
For, now i pray for peace, this day...
To rest my head and heart, to sleep, this stay.
Man must be trapped to time unto...
Nothing gained, nothing, few.
Beneath this heart, beats a path, undaunted...
When, at last, I've gone, you are now, newly, haunted.
A sleep to breath, this blessed breath...
Since, this day, becomes, my humbled, death.
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