I hear no sounds just silence,
A pale moon rolls clearly aloft.
I feel absence of spirit,
And only wicked demons talk.
For a long time my pain,
Is that of a small lost boy.
Dreadful ideas play me a nightmare,
But the sun will appear at dawn.
Nothing will change for me today,
Another long distressing age.
Filled with my lonesomeness,
Waiting, hoping for a tiny miracle.
There are people all about me,
And yet all I feel is alone.
It doesn't become apparent now,
That anyone has even noticed me.
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