The silent enclosure of a shadow,
Bent around these bumps
That thou call life;
How can thy innocence be corroded
By murdering stones from oblivion?
One more day in the life of nobody,
Feelings of emptiness invade the senseless,
Unhearted melodies invade a miserable
Blood stain, a stain inside a stain,
Thy real pain.
Hollow like a windless winter,
Sustained notes from a piano
Echo inside a sphere, calling for their master.
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