~Silence Laments~
A name carved upon flesh,
Bleeds free the disease,
As angry skin screams
...Blue turns to red...
~The rhythm ebbs~
Etched upon her presence,
A crudely honed monument,
Sculpted, in the visage, of dying dreams
...Red dries to black...
~Silence laments~
For her, no one else shall grieve
Bleeds free the disease,
As angry skin screams
...Blue turns to red...
~The rhythm ebbs~
Etched upon her presence,
A crudely honed monument,
Sculpted, in the visage, of dying dreams
...Red dries to black...
~Silence laments~
For her, no one else shall grieve
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