I was quiet, you were still,
They still found us atop that red hill,
Tore you from my arms,
I watched you in the mud.
I pled [sic] out, they ignored,
There's still blood stains on my kitchen floor,
Hard but alone,
Standing but slow,
It's vial and pestilent,
Putrid and poor.
I heard you scream, I watched you spill,
I saw you move and I saw you set still,
Dead loves don't cry,
But metal still flies,
I'll never trust anyone I wouldn't lie to.
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