T'was to be like any day, but not this day.
Tis' day, the muse go away.
Tho' short a time has been, flutter me heart, she did.
Joy ebbs, as surely as autumn leaves fall.
Interlude: Chaotic noise. Be still, thy wanton heart.
Saturday, 5th July 2008:
T'was not to be like any day, but not this day.
Today tis' the day, mine heart I risk away.
T'was sole hope, I pray.
Alas, only false glory comes from false hopes.
Interlude: Hallowed silence. Wither, thy unworthy heart.
Wounded. Broken. Empty. The remains.
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