No Regrets
There were no regrets when it came to your heart, your heart in our care.
Yet we have failed, and now it's ruined and frail and broken.
No. You are not ruined; you were never frail; you just cannot be broken.
But, then, you stopped fighting a long time ago, didn't you?
Outside the sky has turned black and now the wounds you fought so hard to conceal are all too illuminated.
Just let the dawn die and twilight strech on forever.
When did the world get so dark, and the death trapped in you jaded eyes so unmistakably real?
This...Crimson Betrayal, this...Bleeding Chaos, your new reality.
It's not really new, is it?
But, at least back then, the anger in you kept everything alive. Yet, now your temper's flared away and life is more fleeting than a ghost caught in the soft candle light.
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