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THE END

The dream of you fades, as my mind struggles to remember .

A life unlived slips through these shaking hands, and the noose of regret slowly tightens,

dulling the once quickened pulse as hope slowly dies.....

The song is over, the unsung lyrics lie scattered on the floor,

The verse and chorus just dissipating fragments of all that was,

The melody lost in the deafening crescendo, the promise of a broken dream.

I ask myself a question and face another lie,

The heart is clouded, polluted by the mind.

It swirls with empty words, From page and mouth, from heart and soul.

The Words reopen scars that never healed,

a pain never tended