Blood Drawn Daze
between life and lies
Fighting the courage to set off
The crack in the skies
The flames in the end
could never find your tears
the fears that set in
are the souls of the unrest
looking into your own eyes
as the pieces come into view
I see the blood on your hands
your guilt isn't what gave you away
but yet told of your revenge
your own sadness poured into
the fires of the breaking points
the method to the days madness
is what you brought upon yourself
But wherein lies continue
could break you cold
and the final nights
bring upon the blood drawn daze
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