Sitting in the back room of my mind
Contemplating a life unkind
Sinews of an existence once explored
Of a love that was long time adored
An empty heart is all that's left
Now the victim of a cruel theft
The maker of dreams has woven a lie
My body decays as I search the sky
For the angel of sorrow to cleanse my soul
Then through the valley of the damned I shall stroll

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© A S May 2015