The lost soul

Hanging with a pristine rope

I waltz into oblivion

While no souls wear my pain

And no tears celebrate my stillness

I cried tears of skin

From the depths of within

While pain and despair

Caress the summery air

I see you there, hiding

Sadness not in the making

Tears of joy

As the earth welcomes another lost boy.

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