The fire dies in mine eyes

The glow of life fades from my cheeks

Tears dare not spill through my cries

I've known this for weeks.

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Sorrow fills my heart

It bleeds in more ways than one

A new sensation of art

Now my painting is done

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Misery is my gift

Despair is my neighbor

Time will all shift

Death in this clamor

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My eyes are blind

To this green river of thyne

This mass is concentrated heavily

As though it might break free

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My eyes close shut

I can no longer see

The door is cut

And someone tugs on me

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The river of green spills out

Someone carries me

My mind wants me to shout

Who could this person be?

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Slowly, my captor grinds to a halt

I hear a voice speaking to me

They said they were at a fault

That this has come to be

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My eyes open now

But I cannot speak

I see my face in a window above

And I feel as though I should shriek

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My eyes are the shade of green

The very neon of poison.

From this face I cannot glean

Any figment of my former person

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