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The Pavilion of Wasted Moons

The incense has died in a pillar of gray, But I haven't moved since the start of the day. The tea in the porcelain is bitter and cold, Like a story that’s finished before it was told. I watch the dust dance in a sliver of light, While I wait for the day to turn back into night. The courtyard is calling, the plum blossoms fall, But I am a shadow upon a damp wall. I reach for the door, but the wood has turned soft, And my spirit is drifting like smoke in a loft. The world is a lantern that flickers outside, But I am the tide that has ceased to be tide. People are laughing behind the red gate, While I sit in silence and barter with fate. I’ve woven a garment of memory and bone, To keep out the light of a world I’ve outgrown. The mirror is clouded, the silver is black, There’s a road leading out, but I cannot look back. I am drowning in air that is heavy and still, With a heart that has lost the command of the will. The seasons are knocking, the summer is near, But the sun is a stranger I’ve learned how to fear. The stars are just pinpricks of ice in the sky, While I watch the ghost of my life pass me by. Oh, I’m wading through water that’s deeper than sleep, With promises broken and secrets to keep. I’ve built me a palace of sorrow and stone, Where I sit on a heavy and hollowed-out throne. Reality calls like a bell in the rain, But I’d rather the numbness than face the old pain. I’m lost in the garden, I’m lost in the hall, Too far from the world to hear anyone call. My name is a sound that I barely recall, A leaf that is frozen before it can fall. I see my own shadow depart through the door, While I stay behind on the cold, wooden floor. Is the grass still as green? Is the wind still as loud? Or is the whole world just a part of my cloud? I’m a prisoner guarding the key to the lock, Waiting for time to run out on the clock. But the clock has no hands, and the room has no end, And I’ve forgotten the face of a lover or friend. The sky is a window I’ve painted shut! The path is a valley the river has cut! I want to be human, I want to be whole, But the iron of "yesterday" shackles my soul. I’m a leaf on the water that refuses to flow, Safe in the darkness where nothing can grow. Oh, I’m wading through water that’s deeper than sleep, With promises broken and secrets to keep. I’ve built me a palace of sorrow and stone, Where I sit on a heavy and hollowed-out throne. Reality calls like a bell in the rain, But I’d rather the numbness than face the old pain. I’m lost in the garden, I’m lost in the hall, Too far from the world to hear anyone call. The light grows dim. The mist starts to creep. A life left behind For a dream I must keep. Still here... Still lost... Still... #mizdramaholic #古筝 #music #ai