Another shot fired in anger to speed our own demise, to aid the
beast that hunts us, upon retreat from blurring skies.
We suffer the pain of blood flow amidst a sea of closing doors; clutching tightly to the sound of our own screams...these words won’t reach the shore.
Burning down the sky ‘till there is nothing left; we smother every feeling under the weight of regret.
Our fists held in the air won’t give us the strength to decide:
What’s right? Who’s wrong?
Where do we go from here?
And as we’re sinking to the bottom, we leave our anchors unrestrained; because the promise of redemption escapes us.
Peacefully, I will sleep beneath the scorching sheets; and upon the ice of failure, I will dream that I am one with the flames; and in the wind, the world will hear my name


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