I am lost in this perilous territory; The realm of thought
I wonder the dark depths of mind’s eye, a cat prowling by the moon’s sky
Searching, for an absent memory, for what was not
Oh, stubborn mind! The curiosity that slaughtered the cat.
What would it have been, this tale untold of a life unlived in.
An unjust providence defined. At our foretold love, it spat!
I am forever pained with your doom. Your nine came too soon.
My broken heart hisses with hate, in a destitution to understand this fate.
You, child, will never bloom. To this pain, I must become immune
There is no resurrecting satisfaction, only merciless thoughts
For your absence I will cry, for our lost love I will shout, why!
Where there should be laughter there is silence, where there should be love,
there is an empty abyss.
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