Waste
All that is dead inside
Show me how to conceal
Remnants of dying pride
Show me an end of time
Time of my darkened sleep
Turn my defeat to crime
Sorrows for me to reap
Let me into your shell
Mine is no more that hard
I was your silent hell
Now just a shadow guard
Show me how to forget
What I could not perceive
Show me your cold regret
Then I’ll be pleased to leave
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