Your voice fades and I feel nothing,
The world seems to wait for me to react,
But all that I have for them now is exhaustion,
So tired of putting up with this act.
Wistful whispers of happy memories surface,
Then drown again in swamps of indifferent haze,
They cry out for me to hold them close,
But I watch them die in a cruel daze.
You are no one to me now, nothing,
A vestigial part, dead, cut off, discarded,
A goddess once, beautiful, mighty, pure,
Now an uncomfortable evil I have warded.
Leave me now, let go of my hand,
Your touch washes off me like sand,
Our love songs sound like dirges now,
Played by ghosts and funeral bands.
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