Broken hope
Fading luster
Rotten wood
Foggy glass
Loveless stare
One last try
Before we quit
Red speckled razor
Blood filled tub
Warm tears run down her face
Bruises sting with satisfaction
Satisfaction from pain
Empty bottle
Shards of glass
They both knew
It wouldn't last
Lonely island
Hallowed halls
One last shot
Before we fall
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