Every word I wrote from before to now
Has come to pass and worse, still more arrive
The promise that seemed once a solemn vow
Is gone by choice and will just to survive
Survive with pride and lies within yourself?
Pretending all was some hypnotic dream?
And what of life -- are those true lies as well?
Some tear upon an amniotic seam?
I curse the words I spoke, and ones I shared
With you in trust and knowing I would lose
The love your soul released when you did care
And passion you encountered by a muse
Every word I will write from now to then
Will forecast haunting visions of the end
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