Their fragile voices silenced by your scythe

Frisky whispers betray the pride

Coming from a place of weakness

Intolerable indifference

You may not deserve to die

But you don't deserve this life

Its all been wasted hiding behind different faces

Until the other part of you

Rats you out from your shrinking crawlspace

In the right light

Your actions may seem better

But regardless a heart is severed

Torn from the arteries

Supporting causeways of memories

Forgotten in a cold, cruel world

Such a fragile existence

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