then i realise
i'm sleeping a dreamless sleep
waking a sorrow day
as if i walking on this
endless path of nightmare
without you holding my hand
a bliss to my troubled eye
lonely, have been my day of late
then i realise
how your voice can guide me
walk, nay, fly through this oblivion
madness, laid before me when
i can't hear
that delightful tone you use to call
reach for me
delusive, have been my hours of late
now i realise
my heart giving an empty beat
false pulse
woe in every vein
i'm hollow
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