Just this grave I seek; a coffin for empty dreams
Redemption from pain; and silent screams
Pretty visage, petty pain, and faceless fright
Born of love’s battles and youth’s naïvete.
Empty battles waged through endless days
Just for the warmth, for that look on your face
All those pretty nothings you wanted me to say
Have since passed on, and led me astray.
Leaving much unsaid, these pretty words disintegrate
Merciless as your silence, as dead as my fate
I'm so weary now, of lonely bunks at sunset
I crave no more, except for that silver bullet.
Lovely one; lay this body to rest as sweet penance
Sweet memories linger, even as the lifeless romance.
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