Left with only pictures
Cast beyond our thoughts
Such are men with secrets
When lovers are left to rot

Pale to your complection
A man unto his day
Fighting for his sanity
And searching for a way

Deep into his conscious thought
Where words are there to find
Staring with such indignity
His words I see are mine

Staring at an empty face
Black holes where onces was eyes
Bleeding in affinity
But I am unable to even cry

Feel my love, my forgetten friend
And tell me of your woe
Paint me your tragic tapestry
Which bleeds your inner soul

What could make me feel again
Connect me to this world
Give me back my dignity
Grant me this utter sorrow.
 
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