Not the knife to steal a life
Your now a feeble wife
Shamed beyond the grave
That holds in his bare hands
After the war the fields
Blood rolls around
And there is nothing
No real love to be found
Feelings catch on the tree
Life pulled out of a careless
Dream of fooled kings
The place opens into
Vapors
Vapors
Twirling inside the empty
There is a mouse
Still there hiding
And pretending for nothing
Lies that fade
Spoken to the glass
Heard by the mirror
Her lips lose their color
And it is over.
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