Damp smell of a cat licking its paws,
Images of yesterday’s lost love,
Visions of a better tomorrow.
A lonely road leading to the end,
End of the horizon and beyond,
The waning moon rises above
Giving signals of an impending doom.
Soft whispers of a haunting soul,
With the lost eyes of a hurt lover,
Quiet screams of a schizophrenic
A belief in an illusion so strong.
My Song echoes through the winter chill
With the dry crackling of a dead man’s limb
Reminding me of a lost world
Circling around my dead soul.
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