Twilight
Flesh and gooey paste, stuck in the mud
Scooped up, with bare hands, they sod
Say nothing, to this or that god
Picked up like perfect bods
Split between our wards
As if they appreciate our sobs
Douse 'em with gasoline, and light up the 'tards
Played like a hand, with all of 'em cards
All bards
Hay-wired
Bone fried
Some tired
No pride
Lost wives
None wise
Gone long before we arrived
Our side
Thought forever could be our rhyme
What curse
It's surge
Right from the womb as fire
It scars
Sticks to the mind this time
In line
With us and our desires
We sight
With eyes
To see in the dark, deep black
No longer can smile inside
How nice
Such a facade, glass ice
It shines
When exposed to the heat and light
Abide
By whose code
While outside the world burns bright
Fog white
Can't measure its breadth, so die
Like time
As lost as all nine lives
No longer can lie this time
For you are no longer mine
Yet how
We tried
What heart cannot hate, kept high
To hide us and all our lies
Your self-righteous alibis
And now
It ends
With neither goodnight nor goodbyes
As friends
We suffered before our time
Now you're with that jerk's two lice
While these tears turn to jokes too dry
And further apart we fly
Through such blue and perfect skies
Only stepping out at night
With each coming dawn, twilight
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