As the willow weeps gently,
trying to engulf me into a web of gloomy slumber,
i'm trapped in myriads of memories,
so joyous, yet so poisonous,
creeping in intransigently,
up onto my capricious mind,
and i'm left exasperated,
longing dearly,
for a dream that'll always remain a mirage,
too heavenly to be true,
as time gallops past me,
mocking me devilishly,
i get lost,
in the cold comfort of a voice,
crooning maliciously,
life ain't for thou,
o weak-hearted!!
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