The shattered remains are falling like glass
A glint of hesitation, afraid of what I might ask
The turning of tides has already past
As I sit on the pier, am I really the last?
Tomorrow a shadow of failure unknown
The death of my right hand, the name unbeknownst
Glimmer a spot of blood that was shed
Now empty life floods a voice in my head
A murder so cruel but what's to be done
The need left by one life consumed by new blood
The hearts broken murder
Replaced by new love
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