Bauble full of memories like embers
Slowly dying, gently, dosed out by tears
Your smile and comfort all I remember
As the bauble fills with angst and my fears
This cursed life, this half-Life, nears end
Robbed of any chance for normality
Thrown a lifeline by you helped me to mend
‘Twas lost to me, here comes fatality.
La doleur excuise, my dearest friend.
A friend all I lacked, I ever wanted.
Cheated by my own ardour in the end,
Trepidation storming, all destroyed.
And so you let loose this lifeline of mine.
Darkness, sleep, void! Take me and make all fine.
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