A cherry sunset blossoms But we're not there to watch it fall On the vacant canvas We should be waiting With our face down On the grass staring till our eyes give way Lets paint this city black While the nights still young. This cherry sunset withers Our words as frail as paper A dawn I thought we would never see Alone on this silent beach- There is nothing we can do The sky it burns its self out The trees rot down to nothing, Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks These promenades our graveyards. Kneeling down on what's left Sacrificed upon doomsday o' if we could take it back and see one last twilight. Take a picture it will last longer Our hands in prayer formation Our elbows on the bed One last try for heaven Thinking who wants flowers when your dead?.
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