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The Cycle of Death and Rebirth

Again I weep Alone, entombed I pray for relief Still the aching continues From love blossoms hate Both felt with equal passion They are but one in the same Neither brings me any satisfaction As if I were becoming a butterfly Transformation begins to take place All the flowers bloom and die In this barren land of desolation and waste And what I have lost cannot be recovered I watched it diminish completely Writhing in pain, tormented, I suffered With indifference, you stood by and watched me Now you will watch, as the tables I turn You will know what it feels like To desperately yearn Watch this time, indifference now mine As I set you on fire Leave you here alone to burn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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