The sweet pain of the past,
Back when all was right,
But nothing was meant to last.
My symphony of sorrow,
Of which tears do accompany,
The steady flow of memories,
Passes by continuously.
My most painful rhapsody,
Plays ever so slowly,
Note by note it taunts me,
Yet i can't do anything to stop it.
My everlasting concerto,
Hand in hand, away we twirled,
Griped me tight with ice cold hands,
Swaying to the curses of the world.
My haunted sonata,
Nightmares come to life,
Reminding me of my past deeds,
Bringing with it, the sharpest knife.
My last serenade,
The song without words,
Where one fades into the light,
While clinging on to life's last chords.
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