Glass Wound (Carlo and Serena)
Sister; Save me from the grave.
But really what can the moonlight save?
Your heart is cold, my body is likewise
I know I will never be alive inside.
Love's eyes do haunt me, a pure knife;
Stake me deeply, take away the ice.
Daylight dawns like a gunshot sound.
It burns us all to the ground.
Just as blood begins to pound.
You whisper words that break me down.
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