There is no road of the lost.

There is no solace for a longly heart, 
The thoughts of a day may go from gracious temporary happiness, to reckless self loading. 
Tear away the scab in their heart, 
The infection will fester to a world of void pointless thoughts of days of conquest and glory. 
Heavy is the burden, 
Lifting sights and healing hearts might only temporarily relive you them of pain. 
Attention to the details of empty desire, 
Momentary dreams and imagined love is all that is needed to cast the spell of healing. 
Look at the moon forgetful lover, 
There is some one missing you tonight. 
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