RAPTURE
if you have been drawn to our lonely room
by the deafening sound of my silent scream
don't be frightened; it's just that i'm mourning
the death of our last earthly dream
it's been a violent and bloody battle
consuming most of our 'living' years
it's time, now, to bury it deep in the dirt
and hope it kills, with it, our fears
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