I wander off into the night
Myself is all I blame
That living seems a dullish sight
And death seems all the same.
I can not close my eyes and yet
When I do I see my living
Becoming something different
And the subconscious is unforgiving.
If only I could feel my heart
Begin to beat again
Then I would make its rejuvenator
My lover and my friend.
Until then I will rest tonight
And bid you all adieu
For I can only feel your happiness
And hate each and every one of you.
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