Cavern of melancholy, raging for ages
Rummaging in sleep, fate in cages
Frightened to live, still heart blazes
Hunting for warmth, spending old wages.
A traitor to love, chopped in phases
Look at the barbaric reality, killing solemn muses.
Is darkness tired, is morning ready?
Stop that pyre on fire,
Oh you desire, stop being so steady!
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| Cage on pyre |
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