Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

None More Than You

The happy fades,
The wonders cease.
The delightful songs sung
By blissful youth are nothing more
Than a death rattle.
We find harmful in the harmless,
Destroy gatherings with words
And blitz away our memories,
All for the sake of some moments that glitter.
No romance is seen here,
All love thrown in the fireplace and
Burnt to a crisp while we sip wine
In regret-filled glasses.
The amber of our tears fall
Upon light breezes.
They pool beneath us as we kneel,
Praying for a lot of wonderful,
For a lot less.
The first embrace becomes our last,
Love has no place here
In everlasting hell.


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None More Than You

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