Exegenesis
The moon and the sun and the wind and the rain
Are my pain
As I see you
Once more
Nevermore
Is the first fear that comes to my mind
As I hide behind masks of complacency, vacancy
Uncomfortably numb
And afraid of what I might become
Were I only to show what's begun in my soul
Can you know what I feel
Pressing down like a stone-laden crown on my head
As my bread turns to ash in my hands
And I'm left only stones that I sowed in strange lands
Can't you know that your absence will haunt me like the days that fade only to nights,
know no dawn, know no sense?
Ah, so that's what they meant
Oh, they told me I'd cry
I denied them again and again
Oh, three times have I told them, with utmost regret
That we never met
We never met before
In the doorway you speak of
The hope of now week upon week
Ah, my tears incomplete
As I seek for the window that peers through the soul
In the mirror that might maybe tell me just who I really am
In you
Truth be told, though it can't quite be called so with all of these gestures and glances
These dead necromances
What's past is past
Not today
Not tomorrow
But week upon week
Of my sorrow
Can say
What might last
Were I only to say
Silence
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