Arrows stop when time is dear
The hearts content is jagged from breaks
Mellowed out eyes roll back to soberness
Fixed upon a solemn something the comfort of inanimate is nothing
The sweetest loves of a once was has died and grown to a sourest now is
Wakeless sleep is lured to release a heartless soul
Lost from love and given to fear
Day and time never relieve the soul now gray
Wistful heart thats lost all hope waits, but dies another day
 
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