Soul is hanging on a string
Lifeless, hopeless, beaten to death.
No one to trust, everyone is gone.
Silent piano is the only true thing.
Ghost of life sitting at the bar,
Swallowing bitter spirits,
For its spirit was stolen,
Taken for a path to 'very far'.
The only thing left is an endless abyss.
Only a languid echo.
Life left in a dubious battle
Which may never end... at ease.
Pain has been augmented.
Havoc has taken over.
How long will this resentment last?
Wake me up when it's safe to breathe.
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