Chronicles Of Wasted Time

Here, my friend, lies all my life,
in all it's glorious wrecks sublime,
arrays of misfortunate events,
and chronicles of wasted time

Be quiet now, don't wake her up,
for I don't wish to live her twice,
I've done that once, and that's enough
for she has passed and I am wise

Forever here, on my life's grave,
a weeping widow of sadness mourns,
be not fooled, by her sorry tears,
'Tis just a facade that she adornes

And now I am a wasted soul,
in a barren land, that's dark and cold,
repenting for my sordid crime,
in chronicles of wasted time.



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