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Through these darkened passages I do not know,
these cages made of impenetrable metal,
I've lost myself.
Wandering through this contemptuous world,
searching only for answers,
I've lost myself.
Struggling through these hazes of smoke and deep thoughts,
I've lost myself.
I climb these continuous spiral staircases trying to get to you, but in the end I'm alone,
lost, and petrified of what's to come
in the ensuing days.
I've felt the End near for myself and through these blinding visions of pain,
I succumb, losing myself in the process.
I've come close, you know, to making myself nothing
more than a memory,
leaving the people who have made me feel like I actually belong and mean something.
Ultimately I think of you and how I can't leave.
Your absence has not made my heart grow fonder,
only allowing my soul to break away piece by piece and my heart to ache and bleed with searing pain
that won't fade into the distance like you did.
Thanks for the goodbye, I must have missed it.
Dressed in black, a funeral procession snakes by, through tears I watch the pain erupt on the mourners, all the while losing myself in relinquished sadness.
I sing an aria, my voice cracking with utter and complete emotion.
A requiem if you will, of you, of me,
of this never-ending saga to recapture what is lost and for what is gone with no return.
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