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I think this is the end.
I can't close my eyes, yet.
I don't want to forget.
I don't want to know what it feels like to live with ghosts instead.
There's truth in every lie.
A little smile in every cry.
My torn wings fabricate a life I so dearly want to be mine.
But there's no way out.
As I scream and shout.
Trying to deter all of the creatures who prey on the dead.
They say the best have to fall.
Or else end it all.
But what about the rest of us who just don't know where to go?
So when they are gone.
How can we move on?
in a world which wilts and pins agony through our hearts?
It spirals out of control.
It deletes all that we know.
Nothing has ever been built to last more than a lifetime.
Everything turns cold.
As the end begins to unfold.
And all of my crimson regret begins to pour away...