Book 1, Chapter 2: The Other World


In this other world,
I've died so many times.
This bitterness is
all I kept inside.

We're part of some prophetic trust,
some dream that murdered all of us,
our mem'ries ebb against this cleansing tide.

In this other world,
I've dreamed of you before.
I've watched you walk
along this lonely shore.

I'm lost in your simplicity,
I wish I had those memories
to carry me through all they had in store.

In this other world,
we'll always be complete.
I'll never taste the
anguish of defeat.

But here, you see, I've lost the will
to live, to die, to care, to heal
these wounds -- they're all that I have left of me.


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