The pains run deep,
The pillows where i weep,
Screams echo down empty halls,
Repairing holes in the walls...
A flutter of a bird,
The flying word,
Bleeding remorse and delusions,
Then the bird was just an illusion...
Hell fire rains,
All aboard the train
Tied to your seats
And try not to breathe...
Hold me please
a firm release
But something you will never know,
How lanterns glisten upon the cosmos...
But after her death,
Her very last breath,
We released them that very day,
God why’d you take her away...

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