Often have I wondered
In regards to my ways
In those lies that I told
To those I held so dear

With the essence of these tears
Leaving an all too familar taste
Reminding me of my past
And all those forgotten fears

Always second guessing
And waiting for such chance
To have laid on a table
Like a phantom last dance

Yet here I am to realize
That tomorrow will never come
Where the treasures of sympathy
Hold me fast to the past

Seeking answers in brothers
But unable to hear their words
Not to feign in ignorance
Rather in choice of her

I could listen forever
And still would remain deaf
Since the song of memory
Clouds what not to be there

Time is a devil
No matter what they say
It lingers in moments
And finds its right day

God was foresaken
Being cast from such eyes
I lovingly fell to demons
Futile to their dark ways

While passion is a drug
That many know all to well
With its sickness of 'want'
And it's promise of love

The withdraw
Oh god the withdraw
Death would be welcome
Than have it spoken of
 
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