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Gold
I'm shattered inside,
Lying within, myself undone.
Bleeding, broken, and shattered.
The wings that one protected,
The ones that embraced me tightly,
Those wings have been torn.
Those wings, once so golden,
Warmth, a remembrance now gone.
Now, cold and dead as I walk,
I see others and their gold,
But me, all I see now,
Is gold drenched in red.
And it's all my fault,
For the knife is in my hands.
~DrenchedDrumTech