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Crimson Quintessence


There we sat

at the end of the world

survival a near impossibly task

When our eyes met

all night we wept

as we stared at the darkest of skies.

Just strangers were we

before it all happened

yet, here we are consoling our cries

all wrapped up tight 

inside this old house

watching the world fade away as it dies.

The lights are all gone

there’s no other people around

no-one else will hear our last breaths

or see the colour fade from our eyes

as we become one with our deaths.


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