Pointlessby Wendy LohNo more strains of the waltz The laughter subsides The atmosphere thickens Silent as a tomb, Cold and bitter The beginning of life? The end of a century.... A knife thrust deep Into a bleeding heart Trapped in the vaults of despair No element of truth remains What is truth? What is a lie? Remote, inaudible, Devoid of emotion Pointless to live on Unable to harbour any hopes. |
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