The sordid night does not let me sleep
And aches in the heart persist.
The pain of loneliness is beyond compare
I do not know how to resist.
The tongue has forgotten the taste of food
The body does not even crave.
These words are all my company and,
Will be buried with my grave.
I see it as the only way,
A way with only two ends.
One to the ultimate death,
And one in which time bends.
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