For all our days of living blue
ignoring ways the heartache grew
we ventured gave and lost anew
yet still it seems astounding
When all we wish is touch of bliss
the smell of past will sound amiss
the sight of truth so tastes of piss
we trick ourselves to trusting
Ignoring help the godless sends
awaiting crime despairing mends
the last past time that present rends
to pieces neverlasting
While other ways we flaunt our dreams
in spite of all our thought it seems
no matter what the heart may scream
the silence is exhausting
-Reyd Valort
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