The remnants of yesterday's heart
Make me hate what I wrote tomorrow
The rememberance of yesterday's start
Make me await what I know to be sorrow
I shiver at the ignorance of my part
And taste what I know to be hollow
But as these innocent scars fall apart and the twinkle in my eye falls to dark
I dare glance the gospels, I haven't forgotten Mark

The shattered pieces scream and it's dire
As they handle my demons while they're breathing in violence
I hear every whisper every voice in the silence
I hear very distant and every noise when it's quiet
Blind to the eye won't you open up an eyelid
Why did you die won't you open up cuz I did

#Unfinished #Sorrow #Memory
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