Pendalogues of lamplight
Falling down the stony stares
Tripped when realization dawns
That no one really cares
Swaying absentmindedly
Inured to dulcet voices
Hollow in the lamplit room
Immured by darkened choices
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Pendalogues of madness
That feed the freshet down below
Turn crystal pools of sadness
To sanguine shores that overflow
Neither vestige of a memory
Nor stain of blood-soaked tear
All that’s left is emptiness
Like there was while living here
