My Tyrant I Silent
I'm weary with trying,
Not steady on my row.
I’m dreary with crying,
Am I wrong to let go?
The paddles I shift soon drag
To a rocky surface, which lag.
This sorrowful place we share,
Perpetuates this longing affair.
Withering souls encompass;
My body consoles an abyss.
I’m ready to let go.
How must I save me?
All when I forgave he,
In sinful trance yet so.
Will I be regretful in my fall?
My Tyrant I Silent soon will call,
To a dreamy eclipse which radiate.
They weep before I nuance my fate.
At the heavenly edge of it all,
I am that very creature you recall.
In the depths of the fierce stars,
I’ll deepen thy wretched scars.
Sigh to me and leave no more,
For time shall give all and leave.
Only love will wither yet restore
That wound you recall and relieve.
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