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Gone Bust

It struck my chest like a train carriage, and smashed my ribcage to dust The last of my hopes held hostage My very best hand, gone bust Through the dark I see your eyes glinting The deftness with which you aim As all my universe is changing All of yours just stays the same Bare feet on the edge of the precipice Beneath me, an ocean of glass Is there any deed more gracious, than being alone at your last? But for you I'll save my last smile My final act of defiance This game was mine all the while All great tragedies must end in violence For every moment you daydream Every time the wind blows your hair When the world seems too extreme In the background, I'll be there Through time, you'll come to miss me As metal begins to miss rust I never thought I'd live to see My very best hand, gone bust.
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amethyst-rock-star
Scottish
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Feb 17, 2013
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