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Burn!

Like the acid in your stomach

Corrode!

You, from the inside

Can you hear them now?

Will you listen?

The clock is always turning

The skeletons in your closet

The blood on your hands

Can you hear them now

Will you listen?

Your burdens

Will never be mine

I won't bleed from my father's old wounds

I won't wait, for another damn day

As time comes to pass

As faith ceases to exist

As time tightens its grasp

Your grief is a trivial toil

You stand on seas of glass and broken bones

An empty husk of myth and slander

Self-pity courses through your veins

It twists and turns out from your poison tongue

The skeletons in your closet

The blood on your hands

Can you hear them now

Will you listen?

As time comes to pass

As faith ceases to exist

As time tightens its grasp

Your grief is a trivial toil