Dust settles on the portraits of kings Silver is peeling away from the glass We are only borrowed, fractured pieces Searching for a pulse in the heavy air Every rose was traded for gold. Let the shadows drink the sound The heavy gold falls to the dirt Dancing on a fractured floor We don't need the light to hurt Just the cold, and the end. Legacies are cracked in the stone The mountain waits for its granite back Empires crumble into bitter sand Holding the ocean in a hollow palm The man I was this morning is gone. The final act is a bitter pill The world is spinning, we are still If the end is written in the stars Let the heart be love. Let the shadows drink the sound The heavy gold falls to the dirt Dancing on a fractured floor We don't need the light to hurt Just the cold, and the end. Pour the wine. Let the glass shatter. No more ghosts to keep us warm. Just the quiet. One last breath.
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