A Thousand Years

My past hides like a shadow from me. My past hides like a shadow from me As I pass through this hallway of time. The open doors of my memories Lead to nothing but thine eyes. Those sparkling ruby orbs That never match well with mine. The distant voice of honey that robs My heart and my thoughts For tens and thousands of years. Through music this dance may have begun But now I'm too old to recall the rhythm. As I forget the warmth of thine arms My body fails to react to the sound of your name. This strange feeling of unfamiliarity wraps it's claws around my neck and chokes me. As I struggle to find your voice Within this hellsite of memories.

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