Blank of despair |
The memories of you turning cold
Will stay with me as I grow old
Today my footsteps closely resemble
The rhythm of a broken heart
The echo spread throughout my body
A speaker resting in my soul
As days go on I do my best
Trying, failing to move on
A frozen heart, with diamond wounds
Reminiscing your treasured touch
I pray thee burden leave thy way
Refill those veins with blood again
Show him light the way he knew it
And make him this pale life sustain
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