And yet how ephemeral the pictures are,
Peopled with myriads whom my mind portrays
Searching through ruined citadels,
Departed souls with familiar gaze.
Your thoughts like old nightmares frighten me,
You roar like the sea; inside my cursed heart.
Time has hid all the locks
And thrown away the keys for mirth.
Floating round like the wind impalpable,
Dark and enticing is your distraction.
And you like Chaos shall open the latch,
Of the time-worn casket.
I will no longer be numb,
In your all-encompassing satisfaction.
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