As we fall our descent will be through our darkest dreams
Our reflections just a memory of our lives past
See the world standing still through blood stained glass
You know that the pain won’t subside when you’re so weak
Embrace the cold breath of truth
And we won’t be in this world
To hear the cries of the feeble or the meek
worth
world
within
truth
still
something
reflections
there
reach
embrace
descent
fills
stagnant
blood
questions
every
cries
through
feeble
standing
breath
lives
burning
nothingness
floods
stained
darkest
glass
subside
expectations
inside
insecurity
nothing
dreams
memory
mirror
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