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5-26-03
I could hear it beating
I could hear it pound
My eyes, so full of dreaming,
would fall closed at the sound.
Now is it what I dreaded,
Is it finally what I fear?
the beat that through me threaded
has fallen silent to my ear.
Those heated stares and tender words
would leave me feeling weak,
but the flame that in me burns
is too low for me to speak.
I can almost feel you,
still laying by my side,
though is it really true?
I can't see through all these lies.
Your flesh is cold, your heart is ice
you won't show me what you feel
though once I thought we'd won the prize
I see now it wasn't real.
I try to help, I try to aid
you stop me at every turn
so I'll watch the ending game we've made
as the dying fire burns.
