Life is ephemeral
And all that is good fades so quickly
Like embers from a dying flame
The last wisps of smoke dispersing
They tell a tale of a great fire
That lit the night and drove darkness away
And brought warmth to us, the huddled few
But it was long ago and we are frozen and dead
Of true joy, its briefness
And as fleeting hope faded away
I am still here, watching the decay
The maggots of my soul
They feast on the rotten flesh
Of all I ever dared to hope
And the joys of untattered dreams
Damn this place
Damn the memories and the smiles
Is it really better to have had and lost?
Damn those lies.
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