Can you hear my heart beat?
Does the tidal flow of blood within my being have effect?
No, the inevitable answer echoes.
Why must I be so foolish?
The rain won't answer me when I call its name.
It won't accuse me or hold me to blame,
but I know the truth, and so do you.
I can smell the guilt, the scent of accusation.
The wind whispers forget, forget
Go ahead, demand the impossible.
Time is againt me, eraser of all things.
Keep your slow hands away from my memories.
Why must this torture continue?
Prometheus feeding the damned birds.
Never again to know peace
this side of forgiveness.

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