Your Apathy Is My Enemy

S

St. Amadeus II

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I'm feeling so empty inside.
And I find it hard to hide.
Forgive me for being so open.
This is not a matter of pride.

Loneliness is all around.
Searching for what cannot be found.
You easily look past my pain.
Awaiting the day I'm in the ground.

Hope is harder to reach.
Seems like death is on the breach.
You stand there hardly noticing.
Now I long for sweet release.