Missing Scratches

A dew drops my throat
began to tie in the coldness
remember you in the wilderness longs
lost lonely will sound pained

oh the mute world
why do you place me in the exile of untouchable love
why do you offer a million favors that turn into bile

If only I knew this was the end of my journey
I really do not want to start all that
let me in my situation
not knowing you and that wonderful feeling
let me in my past
you need to grab and then turn away from me

Again you snare on a chain of torments I can not forget
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