Dreams we shared
Now shattered
Enslaven with jealousy
Flesh and blood hurting each other
Scabbing wounds ripped open
Under the unending fantasy
Abnormality formed
Within the crimson garden of lies
Imitating runes that was scribbled
On the half-opened gates
Berries half-mature crushed
With the noble frail hands
What can be seen is only thorns
Puncturing the fingers
That will cry the opposite of tears
Trapped within each other's guilt
Ending up becoming more deteriorated
This is no mere enmity
This is past beyong hatred
Longing for the vanishing
[incoherent whispers]
Try to see with the heart
Endless inferior feeling
Begone has the pride
What is left is the shattered cause
Breaking into tiny pieces
Unable to be salvaged anymore
Deemed lost in the lone contrast
Bonds forming and breaking
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