I fall upon dust and brittle bone,
But whats this? there that of my own…
many find comfort in crimson,
I let them fall,
dost though love me?
if so make a sound,
you wish me to return it,
But love for me, i’ve never found,
hollow is this vessal for the soul,
Love hasn’t found me,
and I’ve never cared to search.
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