Clutching at my throat to no avail
Stumbling through the remains of the day
I see the fleshy pieces of the dawn that never came
Flickering brightly on the breeze like little flames
Jagged shards of my mind fighting to peek through
Framing out the essence of decay
Hope bleeds out impaled upon a branch
From a tree that grows the black of many shades
The heartbeat of tomorrow
Threatens the cycle to start again
The days that will nevermore come
The days that never end
I’m living life with a Scavenger’s Daughter
I’m at the bottom of a wishing well
I’m between a hard place and a there’s no tomorrow
There’s no good ending here, this I can tell
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