In a trickle,
In a heartbeat.
As fickle,
As you make it.

Pulverized visitants,
Where’s your call for arms?
Saved the spear,
Fighting ghosts of bygone charms.

Assassins craving comfort,
Like throwing rocks at a river.
The water doesn’t get hurt,
And you can’t tell one feeling from the next, ever.

The time has come,
For unfounded teardrops.
To make you stop,
They’ve sent forth the raindrops.

All that ever was,
To wash away.
All that ever could be,
To walk away.

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