Once upon a midnight dreary
where a boy is weak and weary
from love pride and joy
one would come to toy.
Just like in Symphony of sorrowful songs
this life has come to be far, far too long
where acquaintances becomes friends
and friends be forever no more
For the one he loves is standing vaguely still
a mirage or sort that would never be real.
a lifetime of imagination and sorrows
just that and nothing more.
i want you to be of attention with enthrall
that all i say should and would affect you all
that life is a game that is played by none
and yet all my words have been shun.
