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Whole my Life
meet walking corpse - with a sad Grin,
keeping a treasure box - with despair Within,
meet crying clown - performing my best Jokes,
about a granite stone - hidden behind dry Oaks.
whole my Life....
i hide the truth as it may be - heart Breaking,
i offer lies and they're up - for the Taking,
should you be concerned? - or just take Them?
should you ask? - or just break Them?
whole my Life....
i live pretending that my soul's - not in Ashtray,
i live pretending as it is my job - to seem Ok,
"i'm alive - and i'm living",
i have died - i'm just breathing.
for the whole, rest of my Life....
With my personal - ghost in an Photograph,
i try to smile - and then i try to Laugh,
echoing through empty halls - of my head,
all the voices that - she used to sing in our bed.
whole my Life....
is she in another world? - is she right here beside Me?
lost in endless voids? - in broken teacup belonging to Nobody?
unborn tears try to smirk - while i'm being lonely,
my eyes flirt with ash - but my thoughts, with death only.
whole my Life....
so while stars are up - and street lights are Dark,
i dance alone - with her in concrete Park,
candles burn - while red bottles Fall,
and my mind gets drowned - in alcohol.
for the whole, rest of my Life....
i dare not to think - that she's still somewhere Watching,
that breeze would be her hug - and rain her Touching,
i dare not to step - on the cracks in Pavement,
for they might break - our nonexistent Engagement.
whole my Life....
laying in room full of glass - and scribbled Paper,
laying in world of confused days - and foggy Vapor,
without a clue - colour to Prefer,
hopelessly waiting for - another chance to meet Her.
whole my Life....
with a last note or two - still left to Compose,
i'll take a walk - i've always hated Those,
i watch my paradise - flowing under Arch,
i watch it in treetop - of every tall Birch.
for the whole, rest of my Life....
i'm keeper of letters no-one - ever Reads,
i'm keeper of secrets leaving behind - no Leads,
i wish to help - when others Cry.
i wish to die - yet never Try.
whole my Life....
now you know - my Story,
say, do you care? - do you Worry?
call me a weirdo - or to stand Up,
walking mystery - or walking Breakup.
i don't Care....
waiting for lady in black - and, for our last Dance,
burning blossoms of roses - with, morbid Romance,
visiting graves - and bells Dreams,
silently voicing - their desperate Screams.
for the whole - rest of my Life....
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