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Colors of Woe

The colors I wear, Mirrors of ceaseless pain My tears stain blue silk shirts Tears never-ending, never-ending Even when they gather and refuse to fall Never-ending. The blood of my lost darlings Mimicked by the scarlet of my scarf Forever reminding me Simple drops of blood bring the never elusive Masque of Red Death My grey pants: The soot that is all of what remains Ash, ash, They are nothing but ash The black of my coat, Embracing me as I know Death will one day do, As death will always do As Death has done to my loved ones, my loved ones, my gone ones The colors I wear In honor of the fallen, In honor of the loved, In honor of the never lost, never lost, never lost
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Feb 21, 2012
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