The Bonds Broken

It's about how fickle and fragile friendships can be

Where is the bond that shatters so easily

Friendship torn asunder in little more than seconds

Blood begins to run and I sense a repeat

I hold my hands to the sky, recognising defeat

 

Ready for the void

And the inevitable fire that'll arrive

But the tears I shed are real

And it still aches and kills me inside

 

Fractured, and somewhere I hear the shattering of glass

Captured, hearts lead astray for a fickle show of love

I grieve but I'm alone, memories echo and fade so quickly

Blackened, my heart forgets the lessons of history

 

Ready for the void

And the inevitable fire that'll arrive

But the tears I shed are real

And it still aches and kills me inside

 

Where are we going, what are we but fragile hearts

The fires split brothers paths in two

Honoured through social rules of engagement

Words written harsher than before

 

Ready for the void

And the inevitable fire that'll arrive

But the tears I shed are real

And it still aches and kills me inside

The End

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