Left without a choice,
A melody keeps repeating,
Kept warm and moist,
It is bleeding and beating,
Sweeping through silence,
Cutting through your ice,
It smooths my riots,
And swims in your eyes,
White winds rejoice,
And howl and call,
From ashes within ashes,
As downward we fall.
Then it boils!
A ripped mind,
And soulless eyes,
A burning pain,
Which never dies,
In a lasting rain,
Creating the wake of a broken dream.
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