She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.

under the exploding lights, he promises you the world,
it was a stupid promise.

fraying bandages adorn my fingers in place of glistening jewels

we are naught but a passage in history
to be swept away at the turn of the page