It died today

That little voice that whispers
Speaking songs inside my head
I cannot shed a tear for it
Even though it's dead
I see it died today

Laying lifeless in my hand
No rhythm to its breath
Suppose that's how it goes
When ideas meet their death
You see, it died today

By chance would it survive
Not nurtured by the soul
Gone from where it grew
It boasts this gaping hole
Because it died today

Grieving? I can't say
Feeling numb to all of this
Buried in the deep
With just a goodbye kiss
I feel it died today

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