I Can't Live

 

The moon was high, a celestial sight
beneath a veil of stars, piercingly bright,
but I looked into your eyes so blue,
and you told me there was someone new.

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Now, I can't live, for all the world's a lie,
and, 'though I still live on, I long to die
and sleep the sleep of the thoughtless dead
and end the madness that roars in my head.

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While I still live, and while I still dream,
I can't escape the bitter knowledge
of the way my life is not now,
of the way my life once was;

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for nothing remains, only ashes now lay
where once a raging fire burned in my desire.
The flame was buried beneath the waves,
drowned, forever, in time's coursing flow,

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and the small spark that I watched grow
has dimmed in the void of my thoughts,
'though sometimes in these memories
I can see its fading after-glow.