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The world alive,
The world is vibrant and full of life.
bathed in moonlight as I walked past
While walking past my own grave, the surroundings are illuminated by moonlight.
my grave in the fog.
There is a sense of eeriness as I observe my grave in the fog.
Observe her form, lying beside the stone
I notice the form of a woman lying beside the gravestone, along with letters she left in my name.
and the letters she left in my name.
The woman's connection to the narrator is evident through the letters.
Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul,
The narrator desires to express the darkest aspects of their soul.
I watch the tears that run down her face drop to the ground
Tears fall from her face as the narrator watches, unbeknownst to her.
without ever knowing that…
She remains unaware of the narrator's presence and emotions.
I crossed a wide ocean of change,
The narrator undergoes significant change, facing overwhelming despair.
consumed by desperate despair all the way.
Despite the challenges, the narrator persists through a hollow existence.
Yet, despite every hollow remain that I've gone through,
Throughout the struggles, the ghostly presence of the woman persists.
the ghost is always you
The woman is a constant presence behind the chapel walls, where the narrator's soul rests.
behind the chapel walls, where my soul's laid to rest.
There within a moment I understood;
The narrator understands the situation within a fleeting moment.
I the watcher, just a silent silhouette behind the gates.
The narrator is a silent silhouette behind gates.
By god, one day, help me forgive myself.
The narrator seeks forgiveness from a higher power.
She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul.
The woman, seen as a conspirator, will guide the narrator to redemption.
Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go.
Despite remaining silent, the narrator concludes the search and lets go.
I will find a voice to describe all the horror inside of my mind,
The narrator vows to find a voice to describe the horror within their mind.
with determination.
With determination, the narrator acknowledges servitude to silence, which they despise.
I'm just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise.
Guide me through the darkest days…
The narrator seeks guidance through the darkest days.
Where in my heart beats a guiding voice? A sullen hand to suffer my choice;
A guiding voice beats in the narrator's heart, influencing their choices.
and now, to decipher, the moments gone. I finally understand my fate,
The narrator understands their fate and what needs to happen for the pain to be worthwhile.
and what has to come to be worth the pain; and ride the seas of change
The narrator is prepared to face the changes and uncertainties in life.
whatever I become.
Like me, for that moment her face is gone. Life's lust, my only friend.
For a moment, the woman's face is absent, and life's desires become the narrator's only companion.
No more the answers to force my own life to change.
No longer seeking answers, the narrator allows life to dictate its course.
Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone.
Breathing continues, signifying movement when life seems stagnant or gone.
Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over and lend me to rest.
The narrator, still a silent silhouette, hopes the search for meaning reaches its conclusion, leading to rest.
I felt the anguish in that movement discovering me,
The narrator experiences anguish as a discovery is made about themselves.
but consequently give my tired soul to be separate.
In the process, the tired soul is given a chance to be separate from its burdens.
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