It will fade somehow

red, vile
running, dripping, hurting
pain, scar, umbrella, pearl
falling, soaking, seeping
cold, wet

To let you go
To take the final blow
Across the plains of sand
This love story shall end
Beneath the dark blue sky
A glimpse of stars up high
And in the winter snow
Deep within your shadow
The songs of my heart
Will each play their part
As the footsteps fade
Let death do its trade

"Do I not deserve to be loved?"

"By any chance, does it even matter?"

"It does. To me, it absolutely does."

"How depressing."

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