Trapped i am
to the scenic beauty of a woman
clinged to her
like the old curtains
too often i have
landed in a room
that has no doors
I ll shine
like a drop of dew
in the morning sun
and vanish
one day you ll repent
the murder
of my every second
a candle lit
in the middle of a
darkened room
shadowy eyes peeping out
for the moon
strangled by the chains
of tainted love
who will marvel at this song of life?
or who will buy his light??
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