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Weeping tears of poison,
Sorrow haunts the long gone,
Why am I still standing here?
Fading away just to reappear,
Trusted in a reaper,
The wounds got deeper,
My heart shattered,
My body's battered,
Picking them up just to put them down,
Screaming out without a sound.
Photographs of better days,
Close your eyes and press replay,
Burning deep down at my core,
Misery wishes only for more,
Infinite darkness consumes,
Or so I presume,
A broken world keeps on turning,
And meanwhile we are all still learning,
I freeze and let the flames surround me,
Closed eyes that wish for immortality.
Bloodshot eyes want freedom,
The undone to become numb,
The heart and soul scrawls out words,
Lines that we feel we may have heard,
Black ink bleeds though the page,
The stark white is a cage,
Hiding in a dark forest,
Because the words weren't as honest,
As they should've, could've, would've been,
If I only could forget the things that I've seen.
Teardrops, blood and black ink,
Things to make you rethink,
But, alas, you don't and the wold explodes,
You never paid back what you owed,
But words can heal,
And words can seal,
The fate of another,
A love or a brother,
And then everyone would look back and say,
"I wish that it never ended this way."
Sorrow haunts the long gone,
Why am I still standing here?
Fading away just to reappear,
Trusted in a reaper,
The wounds got deeper,
My heart shattered,
My body's battered,
Picking them up just to put them down,
Screaming out without a sound.
Photographs of better days,
Close your eyes and press replay,
Burning deep down at my core,
Misery wishes only for more,
Infinite darkness consumes,
Or so I presume,
A broken world keeps on turning,
And meanwhile we are all still learning,
I freeze and let the flames surround me,
Closed eyes that wish for immortality.
Bloodshot eyes want freedom,
The undone to become numb,
The heart and soul scrawls out words,
Lines that we feel we may have heard,
Black ink bleeds though the page,
The stark white is a cage,
Hiding in a dark forest,
Because the words weren't as honest,
As they should've, could've, would've been,
If I only could forget the things that I've seen.
Teardrops, blood and black ink,
Things to make you rethink,
But, alas, you don't and the wold explodes,
You never paid back what you owed,
But words can heal,
And words can seal,
The fate of another,
A love or a brother,
And then everyone would look back and say,
"I wish that it never ended this way."
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