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Gun powder stains the fingertips and the gun shot breaks through the silence Everything once taken for granite is now gone Blood spills on the pillow, the covers And the blood stained walls cry For the tragedy in this room was blindly justified This blanket used to hide our eyes Wipe our tears, and cover the lies Now it shares in our short goodbyes I'd give everything for one more try The quiet sound of death is shattered From a scream in which what is discovered This body lay disfigured from the escape of the soul Sirens rush to the scene with the Diagnosis already achieved This blanket stretched across the bed This attempt to cover instead From Letras Mania