isn't hope much better
than this helpless feeling after
and isn't guilt something I enjoy
isn't the guilty who opens himself
and isn't pain a fact of
too much sensibility

there are days when I think of my end
when I think of the beauty of silence
lonesome deep full of dreams and for me
how deep must that slumber be
a sleep that knows no time
when everything in present
seems so small and unimportant

have you ever tasted a bit true sweetness
come taste my loneliness
have you ever felt the deeper kind of slumber
the better smack than death

there are days...
passed time brings us closer to
the mercy we strive for
gentler, sweeter than love is
this caress is never ending

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