Hurt
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Shut the door, hit the floor,
But don't let those tears fall;
I'm those visions you see,
So strong, however small.
Felt a call in the night,
Woke up like a fire;
So brave and so pure,
Just wanted to inspire.
Never could stumble,
Always had the words;
Believed them, always,
But then there you were.
You prowled like a lion,
Pounced from behind;
Leaving scars on the prey,
On their power to fight.
Now they're fading somewhere,
In the vast unknown;
And you cry in your guilt,
As if you wish it weren't so.
Blood stains the sword,
Far too heavy to hold;
It sends fears on a reel,
In the story it's told.
It's my treasure, my memory,
One dear to my heart;
Of what you stole, what I lost,
That night it fell apart.
Maybe hurt, maybe stress,
But you're one and the same;
A villain with no cause,
No reason for your game.
Many battles were won,
But the war has been lost;
There's so much to restore,
Destroyed for no gain at all.
That flame, it dies,
Swallowed by the ocean;
Where I'm now still drowning,
Sick with the motion.
But it's not like the sight,
Of you with what I love;
What torture to recall,
That past I've long dreamt of.
How could I forget?
How rarely I do;
My mind was a fortress,
Before in swept you.
You haven't forgot,
You haven't, have you?
Who you used to be,
The untwisted truth.
There's a secret I know,
Of something you once possessed;
But when you lay waste to fire,
Ash is what you get.
That is no secret.
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So This is Life
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