Like the crumbled paper of indecision - Epic thoughts waste away
With each dying memory - I burn the soiled page
A place where love had ran away - As I Peer past the rusted gate
With each wall of contemplation - Forever and too late
With immortal thoughts and mortal pain - A tear upon my face
Clothed in a suit of aching desire - Suffocating in my fate
Like the crumbled paper of indecision - Tossed and thrown away....
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