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As I lay to sleep tonight, a thought creeps into my mind: If unseen disaster were to take me from my very bed, I could die with a smile, for I sleep beside the one I love; Yet surely that's such a sad thought, that they've peddled us violence The bloodstains are all we've known, staining the expectations of the crowd We devour the fear and swallow the swords so the crowd may gasp Too bad the sword wasn't quite right, and the crowd can't see the pain Until it revels before them, invites them to dance So we laugh and take Death's hand as he weaves us through the fog But who really leads who? This dance wasn't asked, just forced A skeletal hand locked in chains we refuse to let ourselves see For this is not the fate we were meant, this overflow of pain and fear Our demise inches closer, but surely it wasn't written so All we dreamed was to fly and be free, to forget the chains and aching need To feel the sun in our souls, burning too close Refusing to learn from our lessons, and repeating it all again.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
Fly, Fall, Repeat
As I lay to sleep tonight, a thought creeps into my mind: If unseen disaster were to take me from my very bed, I could die with a smile, for I sleep beside the one I love; Yet surely that's such a sad thought, that they've peddled us violence The bloodstains are all we've known, staining the expectations of the crowd We devour the fear and swallow the swords so the crowd may gasp Too bad the sword wasn't quite right, and the crowd can't see the pain Until it revels before them, invites them to dance So we laugh and take Death's hand as he weaves us through the fog But who really leads who? This dance wasn't asked, just forced A skeletal hand locked in chains we refuse to let ourselves see For this is not the fate we were meant, this overflow of pain and fear Our demise inches closer, but surely it wasn't written so All we dreamed was to fly and be free, to forget the chains and aching need To feel the sun in our souls, burning too close Refusing to learn from our lessons, and repeating it all again.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
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