The days drag on, each moment multiplies Within my wounded heart - TopicsExpress



          

The days drag on, each moment multiplies Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise. To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness But I do not complain - instead, I weep; Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me. My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep. And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me. Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly. And in the silent void of darkness vanish. Dear it to me my loves unending anguish; If as I die I love, pray let me die.
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 07:14:31 +0000

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