At variance with the truth
Yet I'm altogether at ease
In the stillness of my heart.
A thoughtful endeavour,
A carnal superstition,
Is a calling to struggle on
As my nerves are unstrung
What does it matter
What I say or do
What does it matter?
I'm shackled to a past
hangs over me like a broken mast
Oh the angelic forms!
Oh the angelic forms
Sinking in oblivion
As darkness supervenes
As darkness supervenes.
What does it matter
What I say or do
What does it matter?
Oh the infant condition of my lost soul!
At times becomes unbearable
That i wish, yes, that i wish
The world see me no more
The world see me no more
What does it matter
What i say or do
What does it matter what we say or do...
What does it matter what we say or do...
Melchman50 copyright 2017
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