Blood trickling down pale skin
Reflection cracked and broken
Glassy and blurred vision
Closed and picturing paradise
A promise forsaken
Two at the most
The torch mistaken
True comfort to partake in
Spoken lies now awaken
What an empty soul
Parched and foolish
Living in fear
Snapped and loaded
Fire upon command
Squeeze and drain
The life from tired eyes
Exactly how Death demands
Guilt and Trauma trips.
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