Lackluster

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Stain the wings of the butterfly
With all the times that we lie
Sickening darkness a troubling secret
How many times must I feel regret
Our wishes are false
With a needless yearning
That quickens the pulse
A touch that is left burning
Through the soul that it touched
A simple thought that doesn't take much
But takes everything when standing still
A chaotic mind with no will
To see the ending that could be true
A feeling as real as morning dew
Wet like tears of all the sadness
We all deserve happiness
Or at least the piece
That truly belongs to us
Maybe I could find peace
With a somewhat blinded trust
All the strength I can muster
I'll take out my heart
In all it's lackluster
Hold it out on my sleeves
In hope of no tragedies
Should I fall to my knees
Someone pray for me
As I shatter to pieces once more
Painfully watching as you close the door.

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