These bonds I question are
held by blood alone
yet the source I seek is still unknown
They say “til death do us part”
Somehow, I would rather die than be a part
not be apart, but be a part
All I see are closed doors, closed hearts
and blurred vision rooted from a bitter past
How do you love when you haven’t let go?
That is the nagging question, alas
"Don’t let everything burn and crash"
it would be easy for you to say
These walls are built over pain
These walls don’t just go away
At times I regret it when I look in retrospection
"What could have been…"
It could have been perfection.
Two former enemies left as the only remaining humans on earth
They don’t know how to love
so they die alone
held by their spilled blood, alone