What's the matter?


Her world shook and violently crumbled,

her loyal man was no longer humbled.


She died again.


                          Heaven ceased to exist nor hell, but

                                                      Purgatory .


Paid by the patron with the highest bid.

Love was the price and the ultimate sacrifice.


So I watched as she held on to the last thread as it began to tear; all her glory, pride, and hope was there.

But her efforts were blessed to be damned.


She died again.

I died again.


And everyone watched our glass world shatter

and you have the nerve to ask me

What's the matter?


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