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tell me oh someone of a time and place
where I could once more be me 
where she could once more see
who it is that I am behind this mask that 
protects me from my own misery
there is a place so deep inside the loneliness
where sometimes I can't find myself

in my dreams I'm walking throughout the tombstones
reading marble epitaphs 
a show a love dearly departed
but she's not dead just gone
I remember hellish days of no outlet for the pain
day's of feeling nothing ,day's without tears 
then there were days of nothing but tears

I couldn't tell what was wrong I had never lived with fear
the years have passed and I understand the fear 
 a fear of dying without a woman's last touch
not just anyone's, but her touch 
 this fire that still burns in my heart 
I'm obsessed with its grace
I want to touch it, and kiss it
I want to feel once again Her embrace
even if it's only that once

long after I'm gone as the night settles in
and the moon is set high
as the trees whisper in the wind and
it sounds like a cry
It will be Me 
best forgotten of a different time
It only draws out dark poetry that inflicts the mind

~ D Donner ~