Where Has It Gone
Where has it gone?
That magical fog of insence
What dried away that pond of sadness
That magical wand
That glowed has gone
Took away my constant moon
When, not even a wizard
Could of taken its existence.
Where has it gone?
It's a sad time to feel
I was thrown far out
Like a fisherman's bait.
On his broken hooks of hate
Away from that fog
these eyes
Once admired
Away from the smells
Of inscense of innocense
Taking slow breaths,
For a slow death.
Now I lay wired
In wounds.
Where has it gone?
When once the fisherman
Gave me breath
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