It lays lifeless floating,
More, and only inside of shadows.
Call Mr. Burton he will know what to do.
Wait.
Catch a glimpse of his midnight fall.
His Grace cursed my name.
But still.
They all fell in love with my hate,
Fate she answers nothing _
More questions to hand in
I have simply nothing for you.
You.
You think you knew me once.
You say you remember who I was
I am nothing.
No one.
Empty of life,
And wishing to be jaded.
Mark me up on the sign post
Of your next feature film.
Tell the sad story of my life.
Too bad, Mr. Price,
He narates nevermore.

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