MY LUNACY
by Mark Parry
I AM HOWLING AT THE MOON.
MIDNIGHT IN MY COLD VEINS.
A DREAM THAT HAS BEEN DAMAGED.
YET I STILL FEEL ALIVE INSIDE.
WHERE SHARDS OF GLASS GLITTER.
IN THE DUSK OF MY ANCIENT PASTS.
I AM WANDERING ALL ALONE.
BY MYSELF IN THE LONELY NIGHT.
I NO LONGER KNOW WHO I AM.
WHILE I WEEP FOR RELEASE.
SEEKING COMFORT AND SOLITUDE.
THIS WORLD CANNOT SELL ME.
I AM OUT OF FOCUS OF LIFE.
PLUGGED INTO HOWLING MEMORIES.
THE WORLD ONLY WANTS THE YOUNG.
I HAVE LIVED FOR MANY YEARS.
THE SCARS WON'T HEAL MY PAIN.
MY UNIQUE SELF PORTRAIT OF SOLEMNESS.
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