Please speak softly. The sun hurts my eyes. My head's going round. Got up this morning thought I'd die. Loud every sound.
Too much booze the night before. So many pills to pop. I was heading out the door. Felt like my heart would stop.
Don't know why I went there last night. For all were echos of long ago. Remember how we'd fight. How our anger showed.
Have I lost all reason. Why can't I ryhme. Nothing more is pleasing. Somehow lost in time.
I don't know what I wanted. Don't know what I was looking for. All my dreams seem haunted. Like the Raven never more..
Edgar Allen Poe, Why would you write? Having no place to go. No demons left to fight.
I read somewhere about Budda. Reincarnated as a boy. He returned to his jungle. His world of true joy.
How many time's have I fallen? How many more do tell? I hear dead men calling. Somewhere near the gates of Hell.
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