Pieces as my heart burst
Bleeding as it stab free
Breathing without heartbeat
This may sound so weak
Flying off of the ground
Perceived silence, profound no sound
Turning bluff as I jump down
Psyche still, loss behind
It made no sense for all these fears
Made no sense for me to relief
When your love is all I ever seek
Standing neglected beside the street
Searching for silhouette, depiction of you and me
When I know at the end of the day
You’ll still swell for that bliss
I wondered on what era?
Will it work when you notice that I’m the one who’s on the crypt?
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