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You, A Phantom Still (Dark Suns)

Will you ever see this blood Of children sticking in your mud? Observing their world going insane Once lost but they'll be strong Again Take the letters down From your old bookshelf Lurking photographs All the desperate notes Peel your own image from the mirror Sit down by my side Tell me what I've done Try to change your mind Once you've been my one See with what simplicity we could love Wallow in memories We stood by a pond that winter day And a few leaves lay on the sod They had fallen from an ash There was no sound, just you Just you and me talking And then four words Played between us, still whispering Let us be one Were I alone, The world itself would be a desert to me Thorns devour And beasts annoy And my guilt terrify me The earth a wilderness And me in solitude Her: You are alone But most upon melancholy Because void of you Will you ever see this blood Of children sticking in your mud? Observing the dark league of the sun Once loved but now you're gone away Life and love must be more than this We stood by a pond that winter day And a few leaves lay on the sod They had fallen from an ash There was no sound, just you Just you and me dreaming And then four words Played between us, whispering Let us be one I don't know how the things Could end the way they did Her: I am alone, And now the world itself is a desert to me Thorns devour And beasts annoy And your guilt is justified I'm a human wilderness in solitude A subject unto storms Because void of you Help me (...and I step into my heart and meet The demon singing small Who would like to shout and whistle In the streets and squelch the passers Flat against the wall... 'cause I'm balancing above an ocean Of expectations, fears and human stiffness You don't feel the yearning of speech, Those patterns of my dreams, The unseen genius of the wood or The urgency of courageous reason Will you ever feel? Will I ever break the spell? Am I alone? I don't know... ...to seem the stranger Falls my lot, escapist of your day, Shadow of the saddest truth: Your life is an almighty lie! Love, a subject of The mere diurnal grind Lying upon the ground Feeding upon roots Love, a subject of Our deepest fear All things desolate Like a tragic mask)