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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m dying in the dust, shadows around my soul, Flying from the West where the sun lost its hold. My heart’s a hollow echo, as empty as her stare, Life’s scattered fragments caught in this cold air. Whispers of betrayal swirl like smoke in the night, I lay here half-awake, drifting into endless fight. Trade your guns for coffins; death is on its way, The truth cuts deeper than any knife they say. Blood the color of rust staining all that I’ve known, A battlefield of memories carved into stone. The girls are sharpening knives with venom on their tongues, Those dead enders collide; Where heartbreak is sung. Rumors dance like flames, igniting my rage inside, Wanting two men to clash And one has already died. Joy's a ghost that's vanished; slipped through my hands, Depression's now my lover; whispering it’s dark commands. Trade your guns for coffins; death is on its way, The truth cuts deeper than any knife they say. Blood the color of rust staining all that I’ve known, A battlefield of memories carved into stone. Lost dreams and shattered hopes trapped under crimson skies, Should’ve stayed asleep forever— now I see through her vacant eyes. Why did I get up today? Chains pulling me down Living feels like dying when you wear a lead crown. Trade your guns for coffins; death is on its way, The truth cuts deeper than any knife they say. Blood the color of rust staining all I've known, A battlefield of memories carved into stone. I’m dying in the dust under a sunset’s glow— Flying from the West where lost souls come and go. I've been dead a long time— just a heartbeat out of breath— In this life filled with ashes… I've already danced with death.
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