The gauntlet has claimed another
Like the embers of sweet misery embodying tainted shadows
Bleeding out smiles to appease forbidden fruits
How the splinters of hollow tears shall stain our skin
Yet the fabric of hope promises false desire
Driving us to rape the colour of passion
Feeding our cravings, sowing us back together
But stitches will fray and so
Malice and despair will gush from open wounds
And as the eye draws to close
A priceless gem will fall
It will leave screams in its wake
But silence will echo with immaculate chorus
As our valour drains
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