The momentum of this failed intimacy
The heavy hearts and silenced mouths
A morning set for mourning
We're all broken inside this unnamed chaos
All black and white
The pivotal moments of our dying lives
The fallen minds and contoured backgrounds
A canvas set for blood
We're all violent inside our subconscious
All black and red
The torment
Eternally
Little do we know
The magnitude
The pain
The torture
The flawless nature of an imperfection
The late farewells and senseless sacrifices
A heart set for breaking
We're all dying inside our selfish minds
All black and blue
The torment
It brings us
Eternally
Closer
Little do we know
And closer
The magnitude
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