The Cost, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

It's a quiet thing...
When all hope is lost.
When all tears are shed.
Will not pay the cost.

With stomach cramps...
Feeling so fed up.
No more talking...
We've had enough.

No more fake...
It's a quiet thing...
When you find you are done...
Done with all that they bring.

It's a quiet thing...
when all hope is lost...
When all tears are shed...
Humanity the cost.
Posted: 2017-01-29 23:18:21 UTC

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