Shatter
Shatter
Scarlet petals they fall
With the iron tracts they leave
Busted on the tears of snow
Coverlet for our memory
Who else is there to blame
For the silence in the night
The bottle empty of its whisky
Rushes headlong to the wall
But sleepless rests within these trembling hands
To die one more time
As I close my eyes
You never knew its taste upon my lips
And now in the darkness
I can at least see my heart
Iron petal it falls
In scarlet tracts
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