Are you here to save me from prepost'rous life?
If aye, then be my guest in the final ride…
Well, knowing not where to
So many things I had to do are ceased…
Deceased…
Welcome to my mind…
Here rain is shedding tears of poisoned bite
As I grow wild…
Fill my voice with pain...
Draw a portrait of a dying on the place
Where my face used to decay…
Play some plays with me…
Astonish me, bewitch me and deliver me
To rusty garden where lilies sadly weep…
Where my desire and my being are torn asleep…
Consider me a separated shadow
Flyin’ orphanly inside the mellow air
But don’t forget, my fire cannot flair like
Some always griever for a long, long time…
Thus, when the journey ends, I will decline…
Ah, you’re still here… a cure from hurtful living?
No, I don’t think I need its mesmerizing dreaming…
I've some own mesmerism to partake of alive...
I like its plague… So, I’ll be on my writhe…
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