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Not found on pages of black and white
This is an ashen chapter of dusty eyes
In these thin lines we are grey
Seen so many angels fall from grace
We watch their pulses fade away
From this far away station we watch the trains
A broken record skips in repeat
Stabbed five times backwards before defeat

This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away
In the end they will sing this elegy

In the distance down the drain
We lost the tickets to board the train, but these abandoned letters still remain filled with inblots and disdain
Black out respirator memories sway through out this reddened sea
Twisting all of the surface patterns
It hollows, it hollows me

This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away
In the end they will sing this elegy

This is a lament of chalk out lines:
"Underneath the growing leaves beyound the stretch of clouds
You see the rain dissipate asking why and how the flowers in the
mourning mist squint their weary eyes
Waking up is not real
Let go to hold the sky
Standing close to the edge, he played russain roulette
In this devastation our eyes are smeared and wet
Reflections scarred on our hearts from this garden torn
In remembrance of these past times gone all we can do is mourn"

Text přidala JesseVampire

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