Forgotten Dead

I feel I have been left alone

Surrounded by nothing but gloom

I'm dancing on the stage of chaos

Wearing the velvet gown of doom.

But wait and don't haste

Find the long lost peace inside me.

Stop looking for the end

Row back from the other side.

I can't understand the voices

Shouting in my weary head.

I fall to my knees before them

I've become a living dead.

Perhaps when the ferryman

Takes me to the other side

The dreams will be the same again

Like that of a newborn child.

(Where all the colours are still vivid

And life is like precious stones.

Imagination and reality,

I feel them both in my bones.)

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