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The dead lord of dreams

Where is my time
where is my sympathy
where is some wine
where is some courtesy
where is my time
where is my love
forever gone
killed by a lethal thorn
sentenced to being all alone.

Where is my time
where is my courage
where is my life
what is this barrage
that keeps me from dreaming
that prevents me from sleeping
forever torn
all the souls in the world mourning the dead Lord
the dead Lord of dreams.

Where is the garden
where is my innocence
where is my courage
what is this dismay
distracting me from living my own way
drowning in this lake of blame
forever drowned
in a world which is drinking me down
as if I'm a glass of fine wine.

Where is the face I used to know
where is something familiar to me
where is the pain which used to inspire me
where is all this beautiful poetry
giving me some strength to carry on
taking red eyes away just like a jazz song
forever muted
like a rock'n'roll stanza selfishly prosecuted.

Poetry by Eva
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