Then Dies the Last Rose of Our Kind

Posted: November 30, 2010 by BrandonConley in BrandonC

I do not want you

And you do not want me

And the world could take us or leave us.

So this revolution will only promote our lost cause.

Believe me when I tell you, the tears you cry are

Only wanna-be raindrops

And the sky only cries when a martyr loses his will.

Raining, raining, raining

When a martyr chokes up.

Glass intestines and dirty looks like clockwork

Won’t save a single word of our forgotten oath.

We’re lost

And we’ll burn ’till we blacken.

(Hearts on fire, brains on life-support

I’ll always love you, with every ounce of hate I can muster.)


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