the solid walls built around me
etched in the dark
space is filled with beautiful noise
dealt on the edge of promise
a rose is like a rose
a solid noise of pain
the face of light
that drifts outside of truth
nothing is void except
all youth
a love that's bigger than life
left with sins
turning with strife
the end of all things
marked with sorrow
taken and broken
sorrow filled
like soldiers walking
on edges unfurled.
in terrible pain
we walk the world
with marks of greed
and standing in rain
lights are folded
like flowers
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