Midnight stares through some

Tearing open old scars

To watch them sprawl

Blossoming in red

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The quiet hours are flooded

With the groans of the fallen

Heaped in tatters

Frozen in madness

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Too burdened to float on

With sweet reveries

The night turns to ash

Smoke encircles their worlds

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Silence tears through their hearts

Like platoons marauding

Through an era of ghosts

Swallowed whole by time