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Assume your grieving stance

A flowing river falling through your fingertips

It pools in the form of regrets

Time will not stand still for you

This is a tomb, not a chrysalis

You won't evolve while you're playing dead

The color in the world around you fades away

The blood you draw highlights your shame

You live at home in gray and red

You make your bed on fear and anger

No time for reparations

There is no consoling the dead

Maligned in stringent patterns

You know you swallowed the key

Asleep in tried excuses

Break down and fall away

Your skin is laced with imprints

Your weakness in the flesh

You live at home in gray and red

You make your bed on fear and anger

Waking up to the sound of heartache

Your hands were bleached with dirty fingernails

Coming back

Slipping up

Don't come home

We're not safe

Open up

Fall apart

Beaten down

I stood up

I want to taste the blood that pools on my tongue

I want to smell the blood that spills from your mouth

I want to know you're suffering alone

I want the tears you stole to choke you to death