Puncture Wounds
I sleep in silence, As you burn in shame, Cover me, In rising flames, Set me free, From visions past, A heart once fell, On shattered glass, Puncture wounds, That shed much blood, As tears flow, Like rising floods, Wake me not, Leave me still, As my soul dreams, Of A love that heals
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