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It's a slow descent into madness.        Deep           Dark              Dreary sadness It's the silent cry of the moon. A pain known to only those who've lived. It's the feeling of a loved one gone The searing pain of a final song The closing of a favorite book Knowing no one else will care to look. It's like a corner. A sad, lonely corner. And there lies a full grown man finally learning to call for help While his whole world disappears before his eyes. It's the winter when we long for spring. The hunter while the birds are trying to sing. It's a small space where we feel trapped But we are trapped together. If only you'd look lef

It's a slow descent into madness.        Deep           Dark              Dreary sadness It's the silent cry of the moon. A pain known to only those who've lived. It's the feeling of a loved one gone The searing pain of a final song The closing of a favorite book Knowing no one else will care to look. It's like a corner. A sad, lonely corner. And there lies a full grown man finally learning to call for help While his whole world disappears before his eyes. It's the winter when we long for spring. The hunter while the birds are trying to sing. It's a small space where we feel trapped But we are trapped together. If only you'd look lef