Their journey, intertwined with ours, it seems,
They revel, while we falter, lost in dreams.
They never taste the night, this living death,
While we, to breathe, are bound by every breath.
Our own tale, unspoken, held within,
Their epic, unheard, where do we begin?
Behold our plight, a soul's surrender,
Compelled, by hearts that bleed and still must mend her.
Upon the heart, a cataclysm's sting,
Upon the heart, a cruel victory's ring.
The heartless world, it cannot comprehend,
The weight we bore, that bent us to the end.
The secret that the world will never know,
The secret we, to speak, could never show.
From the world, we hold our tongues with care,
But to you, we're driven, to declare.
These fading realms, they slip away from sight,
Through eyes, the tears cascade, and take their flight.
In nearness to the pain, the bitter tears,
Compelled to drink, enduring all our fears.
Their journey, intertwined with ours, it seems,
They revel, while we falter, lost in dreams.
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