A Sea of Bitterness
All hope has vanished into nightmares haven.
And my dreams will shortly end.
I am frightened and truly bittered that I do not pretend.
On my window sill no more sits the dove.
For when all hope vanished so did the love.
I now rest on my old wooden chair.
And in the darkness there are only four words my tongue will wear.
Death is not fair.
And my dreams will shortly end.
I am frightened and truly bittered that I do not pretend.
On my window sill no more sits the dove.
For when all hope vanished so did the love.
I now rest on my old wooden chair.
And in the darkness there are only four words my tongue will wear.
Death is not fair.
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