The Threat

you’re here and we’re fine, but i’m feeling alone
this window, i know that it’s breaking

i feel this weakness as you’re taking my hand
_ a chill that says to run and hide
i can’t breathe clear with these romantic demands
_ you push the living part aside

behind the light of day i see the threat of nightfall
behind the words you say i hear the threat of silence

i rise again, another day in the dark
_ another day to stumble free
i find my way within a field of remarks
_ to fall down any way that i please

behind the joy of play i feel the threat of bloodshed
behind the words you say i hear the threat
the warm regret of silence

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