the train I could have caught has gone
i never had the fare
he was just another man
who was never really there
i put him in my trophy room
i polish his engraved name
shining in the galaxy
of stupidity and shame
i turn from the love-less path
littered with the dead
abandon communication
leave everything unsaid
i burn him at the cross roads
i burn him at the dawn
i burn him once
i burn him twice then i burn him more
i drown him in his care-less-ness
i drown him in his pain
i drown him once
i drown him twice then begin again
i cut him from my consciousness
i cut him from my heart
i turn away
give up on love and wings which tear apart.
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