[Part 1]
Bright eyes
Memories of paradise
How have you fallen so far?
The dirt on your shoes
Matches my own
Tread the same path
Day after day
But you don't see
Hidden in your space
Alive but so spineless
Reaching for you
Crying face of a dying willow
Your fingers grace those cheeks
Yet you can't see
Memories I've hidden away
Rape of a withering flower
Remains of a withering sun
Remnants of the final hour
Run for the damage is done
Madness in the midst of nothing
Fingers grope for those fabled arteries
The noose is tied
The pillow fluffed
A river of blood in the moonlight
[Part 2]
Bright eyes
Always ahead of yourself
How have you fallen so hard?
The flood sweeps past your knees
It takes you away
Wading in that hollowed path
The days won't end
You refuse to see
Hidden in that phantom embrace
Happy but so alone
Reaching for you
Crying eyes in the still of the night
Fingers grace your cheeks
Yet you can't fight
Memories I've come to face
Rape of a withering flower
Remains of a withering sun
Remnants of the final hour
Run for the damage is done
Desperation in the guise of love
Fingers reach for the arms of a ghost
A hole so deep
Your soul is tired
Buried alive under mounds of dirt
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