Hearts pouring out blood
Onto soil almost made of it
Softening the sand like water from the sea
All that is left of thee
A song as faded as a memory
A muffled melody
I still hear them crying out to me
Clinging to life so desperately
In all honesty
Nothing I could have done
Would have made any difference
Not even slightly
Daily and nightly
The rituals remained; rigidity
Any chance of maintaining sanity
Ever elusive as our dreamed escape
Even a bullet through the eye
Will tell you the same lie
That you'll never know
That you're alive
Until you die
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