There is a breeze that blows the door open,
But does not shake the trees.
Tendrils of a venomous miasma escape into the night.
Perilous thoughts that make them wonder,
And the palpitations that make their hearts bleed.
The eyes, they carry so much sorrow until it falls in tears.
Water that replenishes the soul,
Turning it from black, to blue, to green.
Windows shatter and fragments fall,
Piercing what we love the most.
Pain that makes a masochist wish he couldn't feel at all.
A hunger rises that makes you wonder how you're still alive.
It stabs at your soul and you cry,
Why hasn't your heart given up?
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