The sound of tears hitting the floor,
a heart of sorrow, a soul of stone
forever more, a mind of secrets
forbidden to be told
a cold fire is seen
so blue, so mean
waiting to be controlled.
The time passes quickly
a new day, new week
life flying by
each day, looking death in the eyes
daring it to come near
daring it to take us away
We see no light,
as darkness takes over our every being
everything the same,
hate, lies, deceit,
no change, no love
but so common,
we take no notice
this is life
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