The landscapes arisen from your vision
Return me to a time young and sweet.
Now that you treat me like a stranger,
It's always the first time we meet.
I can shut out the world completely
But I'll always hear your heartbeat.
You fell into my embrace many times,
But the day I returned, you collapsed.
I thought I was finally free from you,
But in that moment I relapsed.
I felt many hands pulling you away,
You dissolved in my arms like Eurydice.
But I still believed, like I do with God.
Like a fantasy, you'd come back to me,
Against all reasoning, against all odds.
I fed that demon, and I let it grow.
She took your face, and became
The last friend I'll ever know.
One night I soaked my hair in blood,
And the color stayed red. I'm not dead,
But my days and nights have ended.
I no longer fight for independence.
These crooked walls hold my crooked life,
And this is where I spend it.
As I sit here writing song after song for you,
Waiting for one to release me.
Utterly missing the point of Death's command
To not look back at Eurydice.
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