Like A Child On His Deathbed I Watch My Dreams Rot - Poem by Michael Robertson
Take this cursing pain away, what I once thought
Was happiness was actually a dark illusion that
Came to strangle me lifeless, and I can do nothing but
Ask why, why have you taken everything away?
Everything I once had is in flames, my dreams
Are flowing down my face like a sharpened blade
Why, why is it so cold in this room?
Spending my last ounce of energy rocking back and forth
Remembering the happiness I once felt, the sanity
I once had, now all things are washing away
Begging the happiness to stay, but it was already
Gone before I could close my eyes
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