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Curtain Call
dark skies in the forecast,
a blitzkrieg
of fractured hope
is upon me
my caché
of beliefs and friends
are gone,
leaving something
hollow and cold behind
you can hear it
echoing inside,
as suicidal thoughts collide
but I can't
seem to feel,
the heart
that long ago died
while the pool
of blood
starts to divide
for everytime
I'd try to see,
this gleaming light
everyone talks about
outside
but all I see
is black,
and hear dispair
falling down my face
the clocks
they're tightening their hands,
blank faces
whispering in my ear
it's time I returned
well night
turned to day,
and the gold sand
blew away
scattered,
to somewhere green
so when you mourn
for me,
just hear this song
and know,
no matter what I did
or do,
I love you all
but the play is over,
and it's curtain call
a blitzkrieg
of fractured hope
is upon me
my caché
of beliefs and friends
are gone,
leaving something
hollow and cold behind
you can hear it
echoing inside,
as suicidal thoughts collide
but I can't
seem to feel,
the heart
that long ago died
while the pool
of blood
starts to divide
for everytime
I'd try to see,
this gleaming light
everyone talks about
outside
but all I see
is black,
and hear dispair
falling down my face
the clocks
they're tightening their hands,
blank faces
whispering in my ear
it's time I returned
well night
turned to day,
and the gold sand
blew away
scattered,
to somewhere green
so when you mourn
for me,
just hear this song
and know,
no matter what I did
or do,
I love you all
but the play is over,
and it's curtain call
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