Bitter drinks were sipped,
Trying to murder the sorrows
And bury them beneath feet of souls
Walk on their graves,
Hoping to find the heavens
But when the poison fades,
Old scars appear again
Carrying the same old piercing memory
A memory that had walls of joy crumbling down
Pictures, on walls they are hung
What they portray, now has changed
Many, in the fire place, were burnt
Still, a memory can't be erased
Incenses,
Were burnt to cleanse darkened spirits
Trying to steal joy from the piercing thorns
Thorns which grew when the chosen ones were lost
Fire,
Burnt trust to ashes
It's another story of broken promises
And the dispossessed thoughts of love
Hearts,
In regrets, they died
For, blinded they were
And fools of love, they became
It's just another memory for t he lost ones
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