**currently untitled**

Can you hear those screams?

Are they heard above the noise?

The crimson life flow

with bruises from their coys.

Her faith is shaken and broken.

Muffled sounds in the night.

The will, the truth, the struggle

was lost in this fight.

Oh, tonight, everlong

She can't comprehend the pain.

The aches and pains unbearable.

With the world spinning and untouched

her world remains incomprehensible

For tangibles she searches

Something tangible she longs for

Instead there is only thinning air

And she must find solid ground before

she

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