Our blood dripping,
as our laughter fills the air.
This isn't our moment of silence.
Our moment isn't fair.
Your sorrow isn't spoken.
You've twisted your prospective to shadow your vain guilt.
My vision has been shattered.
I'm choking on this memory of that "hope" that you once built.
I stumble across the floor now,
You're hiding our remains.
As the night dreadfully evolves,
We're searching for the flames.
Your grimace isn't well hidden.
You hang your head in shock.
You've taken what you've worked for.
And taken all she's got.
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