You are singing, "Dreamer, dreamer, go away,
Come never on another day,"
Not a sound ensues,
The air itself refused,
Now this silence hangs so heavy,
The very Earth's become unsteady,
While every thought of mine escapes,
As beads of sweat upon my face,
Splaying every secret bare,
With countless shimmers of despair,
Regret starts growing red in rings,
Around my wrists,
Remains of chains that haunt,
My every waking moment,
Binding to the ground,
All the fallen stars I've found,
The shards of all my empty glasses,
Even God was rendered speechless.

I am screaming pleas down empty wells,
"Why should anything be meaningful?"

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