Darker Days
A twisting path of tomorrow waits before today.The sun sets over the peaks of a valley never called home.
Lace is torn and blood drips thick.
The cry of importance is muted amongst the brokenhearted.
Why must we all choose what's not an option?
Why must we say words that were born dead from the living lip?
Clink your glasses of blood together and lets ere it for the BROKEN.
Dance with death and let's here it for the LONERS.
Because the BELIEVERS sand their pretty white lies till they died.
Lets hear it for an even DARKER PARADE.
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