Quiet cries are heard tonight, the sounds of breaking hearts; the pain that compensates for lies, the promise torn apart. Aching holes in logic sound, begging to be filled, yet far to search there's nothing found, while these tears overspill. Nothing lost but nothing gained, the hollow eyes speak out; the silent screaming sound of pain, always seems so loud. Not a thing here now is saved, nothing right and good, but ev'ry darkened deed is praised, and sheds the unseen blood. The face of nightmares, colors two, that never should have met: the flick'ring eyes, the gold and blue, the agony's been set. Now for the ending, coming near, the gaping hole torn wide; the empty, throbbing, horrid fear; can you tell truth from lies?
My name is Einstein. I apologize for the above. Emotion is a silly thing, completely unpredictable.
I have nothing else to say.
Goodbye.
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