| Beneath a mist of sorrowed eyes, Dew tears appear and fall to earth From her angel face. Swirling fog of perfumed danger, She lies to me with a smile On her devil face. Between my rock hard heart of ice, Shards break and tear my skin I bleed wails of mourning for her. Walls of silence hold me in, Crushing my bones, listening to screams My banner of truce held high. |
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