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The love which once rose the sun,

Lifted it from in the depths

Of our everyday torment and decay.

The love which did lead my hearts army

To victory over sadness, and intrepid anger.

The love that I lost, in the blink of an eye

With nothing more than a mere statement,

Will never be there again.

Feeling and the able to do so,

floods from my body, a tidal wave of pain.

No tears do I shed. No sobs do I dare release.

Instead, I stand tall, but in my soul slump.

Put on a face for the crowds.

Back into the dark I crawl,

No love to feel again.

Nobody to catch my fall

Or bless me of my sin.

I swim out to the starshine,

So that I may drowned,

And float back to the surface

A palid, empty man.

Once again I, from my pocket,

Bring out that rusted key,

And open the gate to my old self,

Not to feel love again.

Only one here can know me,

Only one to see my true

And endless self.

Only one that can really know

What I am to be. I stand alone,

Alone.

Old feelings, memories or alone.

Alone, so common a word I merely

Call it, it. Give it a name which I may

Call it on a first basis.

The noose around my neck, is tighter,

And again, I’m lost in loves hate.