Tragedies from Dead Language by Leave

The day that time stood still
How I recall every tortured thought

I'd fucking kill you for what you took from us, you worthless piece of shit
Red and black and red and black and red and fucking black

I say no more "what ifs"
But I still can't fucking turn it off

And maybe, just maybe, I can pray often and sincerely enough that once, just this one time, the second hand will sympathetically move backwards, turning moments to minutes to hours to days and years of a life once filled with your loving embrace. You would move backwards, I'd follow suit, drawn in by the gravity of the black hole that resides where we used to be. We would be together as we were then, and nothing would hurt. No tragedies to mourn because, for us, they never were. If only.

It always ends in
Red and black
I never got over it.

We're here, we're not. And so it continues
We're here, we're not. Blessed to continue
We're here, we're not. Forced to continue
It's all so fucking brief

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