My Hot and Diluted Tears
My Hot and Diluted Tears
My Hot and Diluted Tears,
Willingly Opened to Your Ridicule.
Knowing No Apocalypse to My Fears,
Accepting of Your Fierce and Fickle Rule.
My Prayer to Cleave Unto Your Shifting Soul,
Knowing I Have Waxened, and Make-shift Wings.
Flying Cousined to Your Searing, Hot Sun,
Falling To My Death, No Heed to the Toll.
My Hot and Diluted Tears,
Praying For A Certain Death's Interface.
To Sacrifice the Balance of My Years,
A Cemented Rest My Only Embrace.
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