I know something of happiness
And yet 'twas not discovered with smiles
But suffered through anguished tears
You could not be witness to the affliction
But surely I am bleeding
Upon the mischance of my darkest fears
~ * ~
What a superficial lover is fate
She warms you with her loving embrace
Then betrays you with a twist as cruel as hate
Leaving you nothing but your hapless life to retrace
~ * ~
I live only in and for the music
Ever and always the impassioned call of the muses
Echo through my soul, and still I am despaired
By this cursed silence outside my mind
Wandering hand in hand with the demon of envy
Causing more suffering than this malady has impaired
~ * ~
That which drove me almost to despair
And from my friends forced me to flee
Also inspired a strong conviction to be bared
A cognition fate plainly held, when she kissed me
~ * ~
I live
I breathe
I bleed
and always . . . I play on
Note: It must be credited to this brilliant artist for not only the inspiration furnished me to write this, but the title of the piece as well. -- ever does he move and inspire.
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