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Every epiphany
Becomes tragedy
Every epiphany
Becomes a eulogy

Waning life, you can taste loss in the air
Mouths melted into a permanent frown
Eyes sunken back like beaten dogs
Dust cakes inner walls of our minds and lungs
Like a fresh coat of snow fallen in the night
Age and trauma have left their mark here

Silhouettes of brighter times
Burned into a wall that still stands
Silhouettes screaming for
Someone to remember them
That's all anyone could want right?

We're forever picking through
the wreckage, sifting through
charred flesh scraps and bone fragments
...of what we loved
...of what we'd lost
...of what lies buried
...of what this cost

Whispers of life, they are here
In the cracks of the walls and the echoes of the empty halls

A haunted past
Begins to reel over me
When I stumble upon the hollow body
Of the child I was.
Cold to the touch, a life so unloved
And filled with distrust
that as I carry it in my arms
The poor thing just turns to dust

And never shall I
Lose my footing again

Every epiphany
Becomes a eulogy

And then like clockwork I forget
And start searching the ruins again

These are the times
These are the fears
These are memories
Rife with burning tears
Where I wish I was nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

Weep uncontrollably
For the dreams
As dead now
As I am inside

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