What dreams have passed me by this still and lifeless night
To take me, drifting and unnoticed, by their deception
Into this long and endless journey into flight
Never having conception
Or redemption
Judged by the frailty of a fickle mind
Guilty as charged I hear it say
To see no pity or compassion of any kind
The eyes are dead; the skin is pale and grey
Just fade away
Locked in the chains no mortal man can break
Life rests, a burden, so young and yet so old
Self loathing in that heart you can awake
Disgust, revulsion, is all that you can hold
It’s growing cold
And so, with one soft tear the silence breaks
When all the words so spoken have been said
The sacrifice, so futile, that it makes
The ones that stay behind have hearts like lead
The child is dead.
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