the longest hour of my life,
I sink into softer light
the shade fading from my skin.
Dead and dying
Lying, crying.
she's growing colder now.
Don't need eyes
to see the blood
Don't need hands
to feel the pain flowing through her
softly...
Silent
Still.
Keep the faith
turn and hide our lies
kick under rugs
and in the dust we'll find something old
Worn out and faded...
So keep the faith
keep the rain inside...
and the storm will carry you through the
neverending calm.
Please tell me what you think
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As always, you amaze me. Dont you EVER say you're a terrible writer again, you hear me boy? I love you.



