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There’s no life left in this air,
frozen deer caught in the glare,
I am pulled in ways, all four,
with myself I am at war.
Where’s the hunger, pleasures’ sigh,
if it’s gone then I must die.
Hollow silence fills my heart,
from myself I am apart,
lost, the touch, and lost, my friend,
lost our words, until the end.
I’m amiss, at darkness’ door,
I’m a dreamer, I must soar.
Caught I may be, in currents tow,
yesterday’s gone, it’s time to go,
deep the desire, determined the flesh,
mine is the choice I must express.
Free the hunger, indulge pleasures’ sigh,
my dream it won’t, it won’t just die…