Cut your release and watch it bleed.
Blood that flowed through better days,
bleeds upon a midnight, an earth of stars.
Smoke from burning bridges drifting away,
uncovers hollowed souls calling
to pass over the stricken waters.
An uttered word of human breath,
grants a torturous night to the lost.
Forgetting is not worth fighting for,
when the past is still real.
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