Down on bended knee I cry

The tips with crimson shining sly

The dreams that parished

from a smouldering flame

Bring locust memories

deep with shame

I do not write for myself, not I

But down on bended knee I cry

for all the times dead and gone

for all the memories, tattered and torn

Blood stains my tears

As sound rushes within my ears

the silence killing all my fears

the dull pain lingering on for years

Twisted memories hover and fly

All the times I could never cry

For now the tears abound

The pain advancing steadily

For you I remember

For you I render

these locked-up feelings;

the pressure re-building

To bring me to my knees again

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