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Memories have become a poison,

Which I am forced to drink daily;

Standing, sitting, walking, lying,

I am locked inside a prison...



I gaze and I see you everywhere,

I close my eyes and you are there,

I look at the night-sky and find you,

Smiling at me from nowhere...



I don't know what to do,

Don't know where to go,

I see none - nobody who,

Can take your place somehow...



Even death defied me and,

I am compelled to carry on,

With the shadows of yesteryears,

Haunting me from night to dawn.



Slowly but constantly,

This wounded heart is bleeding,

Drop by drop, quietly,

A cancer is spreading...



The past was a joyous time,

A lovely time, which had you,

Ah, how much do I pine,

To relive once more your adieu...



Kill me quickly if you can,

Why prolong my misery;

Obliterate everything,

Me and my destiny.