Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit,from Pole to Pole,
Some say the world will end in fire,
So old age should burn and rave at the close of day,
Don't stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,i am not asleep,
As i lay on my back,
After repelling off the last attack,
Staring at your photo with a saddened smile,
For it seems i should sing a longing tale,
Void,empty and hollow in the inside,
My dreams have faded,my hopes have died,
Existence has come to have no reason,
Life just passing with each season,
A darkness which blankens my head,
Amidst the thread of time,loneliness echoes,
Black clouds collide to hide the weeping sky,
But one day like dust i will rise
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