The Eyes of a Broken Mirror


The sun didn't set-
It fell.

And likewise all that was ever left to do was to plant roses in hell
Like a flower that gives fragrance to even the hands that crush it
The deep red stains never wash away
And likewise all that was ever left to do was to submit
Deep crimson red whispers from the ends of day

On young lips, death curls into nothing
To singe over the early sunsets
And lose themselves in the overcoming
Lost in winding spieled cassettes

Was it a plan lost to something more
To crush the bloody innocent skies
To drown everything under unfathomable war
But to then throw everything above lies

Because wouldn't it be better to live in a world of pure rain
Than cemented everlasting anguish in the cloud
Then there is nothing left to drain
And the rest is left aloud

And likewise-
It fell.

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