one
the distance begins to grow
the heartbeats begin to slow
the scars slowly start to show
one
left flailing, so desperate and nervous
just hopelessly searching for purpose
heads vanishing under the surface
one
the candlelight grows ever dimmer
no warmth in its faltering glimmer
the molten wax cools to a simmer
one
a thick coat of silence descends
the void too profound now to mend
there’s no further this bow can bend...
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