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A maladies of silence
Crept upon the dark night

A tragedy of darkness
Spread across where there was sight

There was no room for some bloom
For what was left only was some gloom

Hope there was none left
As slowly the helplessness crept

Would there be some hope in sight
....

Chances never looked so bright

Trying all that things we may
Fate had decided what hand it'd play

Like a storm that pierce the rock
Shattered it left as it ran amok

To lift the pieces of a broken past
Worried why them were never to last

Swept aside a lowly outcast
In doubt..

.. and pain for things we lost

We walk the tides of grief and sorrow
For we think that there's no tomorrow

May be it was for not what it was to be
How'd you known being lost at sea

As I go all so blank
Sometimes I am.. Only a silly plank

Mind me not this is over
Next time..

... I'll try go slower

For what was not will never be
If we were even all at sea

I am a sailor, that's my albatross
Stuck on the corss roads of my latest loss

I find no name no hope no rhyme
Lost of time! Oh that's my crime
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Ok enough got bored!

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