A Lonely Life
I am here at last!
A place where only silence is cast.
I will never grow tired of this sweet melody
I listen to it with bliss and glee
days and months pass me by
to my voice their is no reply
I grow tired of silences wretched song
in this dreadful wish I was wrong
I must get back the life I lost
for silence comes at to great a cost
no friends no family no one to love
no one speak not even a dove
silences tune continues to play
that cursed song day after day
I fully regret this horrifying wish
tonight I think I will go sleep with the fish...
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