Such aggresive words used,
But nothing compares to the rage.
Dressed in cloaks of Black
The scars only remain clear,
For the memories unwanted.
You brought this to yourself,
Nothing can be done.
Except to state the fact that your work has just begun.
Many lives to yet be taken in this self-obtained world.
Can your only fate capture the obsure message of life?
Will your payoffs to protect be ressurected in times of crisis?
In times when you are the last one to stand...
Facing cold years on-end without love.
But in reality,
You are nothing but a feeble dream...
Why,
Why have you be only a dream?
Because you are just the sorrowful whispers of death
Breaking apart my last caress...
 
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