Shades of Misery
Pools of red and darkest black
Nothing done can I take back
Deep scars, shallow
What does it matter?
Among the sea of faceless chatter
Ignorance is bliss?
Then don’t say that you miss
the one who met the reaper
But what does it matter
among the sea of faceless chatter?
Colors your eyes deep blue
As it all starts anew
Can’t look back now
But what does it matter?
Among the sea of faceless chatter
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