set off from loose flame
moving closer to eternity
fever ridden with anxiety
last breaths fall short
old blood is all that remains

stolen hearts are bound
to the sickly hands
that revel in regards
their prescence worth
all the rusted gold

broken up isles lie
to the wind’s last roar
throwing odd directions
at the second chances
forced reactions fail

covered up reliances
vices that won’t quit
but will take control
of the qualities treasured
the embodiment of you


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