Scenes

Scenes of ruin strewn across
A field of ideals sundered
Black hearted crows sing of loss
And echoes fortune like thunder
I long to proclaim my sorrows
But my lips curl into a smile
The false peace I have outgrown
This struggle is a better lie
The years were unkind to me
This barren landscape turned me old
A wiser soul will agree
There are greater sights to behold
A child’s dream hides lonely shades
Extinguish with the warmest flames
Our loneliness turns to nightmares
Exposed with the light you share

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