I scare can find the will to breathe
trapped in Sorrow's monstrous lair;
another day, more dreaded than last
why is this grief too much to bear?
On my gentle touch, I see you wince,
pull back your arm and cry in pain;
no sound or word e'er leaves your lips
how long until you smile again?
A phantom in cold flesh and blood -
this frail body, a stranger to my soul;
thousand feet 'neath a bottomless void,
there is no remedy to make me whole.
My mind won't devise another verse;
no sunrays light my blackened shore;
what can quell this grief carved deep
and bring back who I was once more?
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