At last, this book, ready to close
Like sleepy eyes in darkest repose
Finality, a final page written; the
drawn veil of a curtain down
A circle closed, awaken the sleeper
A flickering screen, a fortress keeper
The forgotten chords of an unwritten
symphony, alone
These are the words
These are my songs
These are my thoughts
This is me, all along
You have read my heart
You have read my mind
I am deaf, I am dumb
I am damned, I am blind
No more.
You hold my soul in your palm
Now my lips move around impossible words
And thoughts churn at improbable
endeavour
And I promise you the Sun and the Moon
But what I give you is Perpetually Never...
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