Weary One
Weary one
Bloodshot eyes that see no more
You've looked too long
Your sight too strong
So struck by that which you adore
All reason gone
The fighting's done
But can't move on
The chaos lives in darkness now
This blackened dawn
No logic in the why or how
These unforgetful memories
Do spite the sun and shut it out
here in your mind it's all you see
This branded, cruel reality
That lives in you
And will not leave
For love, when true,
Will never die
And so it stays,
In you, inside,
Distorts itself into a lie
You know it's false,
You know it's true,
It festers int the heart of you
Old memories become your life
'Til to the world, you are blind.
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