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your voice, a short sharp shock delivered over telephone wire reaching the brutal wasteland of my heart oh, misery, suffering, do you know my pain? the sound of silent memory breaks the mirror of illusion drowns me in their wake i cannot sleep nor eat nor drink not even the blood that you have spilled not even my anguished tears can heal the desolation of my barren heart bound by the chains of unknown misery to this wretched earth i have no escape |