So far away
Writing poems won't make you return
They only make me want to burn
Away this hollow existence
Such sorrow
Oh such sorrow
Proves to be a most volatile fuel
Leaving nothing but cold ashes
Is there a point to anything
Anymore?
I would ask you if I could
But you're gone
So far away
And I know I'll not see you again
The ashes are bitter in my mouth
As I bid you farewell
Knowing
There is no point to anything
And never will be again
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