XIV. Silver Tears

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I am scared, don't you see?the world is so unfair to mefor it has bound me in shacklesand tore my heart into pieces

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I am scared, don't you see?
the world is so unfair to me
for it has bound me in shackles
and tore my heart into pieces.

I made a promise, how could I forget?
on a golden dusk, with tears in my eyes
like a true lover to be with you
no matter what happens to me.

I am so naive, ain't that right?
to not realise the consequences
that such a promise could bring
for which today I face the burn.

I cry in the middle of the night, don't you hear?
streams of silver running down my cheeks
painting the obsidian night in the shades of my pain
of a promise I failed to keep.

I took a blade, didn't you know?
slashed it upon my arms to and fro,
crimson drops tainting the white basin
like their hate embittered my weeping heart.

Darkness comes, soon we'll be one
promises are sometimes fulfilled in such strange fashion
atleast the night won't hear me crying again
no longer would it receive my silver tears.

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