All the mad mad world in vein
kept cycling, and to what end?
All the blind and hurtling pain
course and surge around again.
Who are you? My love, my death?
the ground beneath my feet, my sky?
Who drowns me in the river Lethe?
Who will not let your mem'ry die?
All questions leave my heart in holes
and seeping what you bled in me
blossomed flower, platelets, soul
all drown the hopes you bred in me
Commit the wound, and thence to free
this useless pulse that never clots.
Break all promises with me
lay on my grave forget-me-nots.
Ere all the mad mad world in vein
keeps cycling, and to what end?
All the blind and hurtling pain
course and surge around again.
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