The sound of a thousand voices
Buzzing around my head like flies
Incessant conversations that never
Cease to leave me be in silence

The vision of a thousand cherubim
Guiding me as I walk among the living
Dead man's walk that leads me on into
The darkness where I find my release

The touch of a thousand helpless souls
That plead their spirits be let go
I shall never find my place among them
In the valley of the shadow of death

The scent of a thousand candles
That lingers in the air within
My tiny room where I await the answer
To the question that holds the inevitable

The taste of a thousand parched lips
That thirst for the wine of rebirth
Inside the fathomless depths of naught
An eternal bequest in shadows of sorrow

The memory of a thousand faces
Of which my weary heart was warmed
The thought to bear upon my sleeve
Of a love that was but is no more

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