Drifting through these borrowed hours,
I'm lost to this waking dream,
A phantasm, searching for solace,
A soul bound to life's stream.
Where did I wander?
When did my shadow fade from sight?
The sands of time, they slip away,
Grains lost in an endless night.
I drew your memory,
A futile, wind-cast plea,
Still your pull remains,
Relentlessly haunting, I see.
You're my siren's song,
Destructive, beautiful, alluring art,
Consuming my essence,
Tearing my soul apart
This beauty, this despair,
It's drawing me close,
Until I am nothing,
But flayed entirely bare.
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