What is Left?
Dark Hearts,
Clouded Dreams,
Undying Memories
The wrath of blood
slowly flowing down,
my cold dead skin.
This accident is gone,
no tears are shed
The world still turns
But there are memories of,
my once war torn life.
There are hearts darkened by,
my once hostile personaility.
And there are clouded dreams
from my death
But yet, my heart still beats
I still breath, my life is,
still full of...
LOVE
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