No cough, no wound But still they dropped As if the soul had rotted first They locked the doors And sealed the floors And named us all a walking curse We wore no blood But bled inside The fever spoke And truth had died The child smiled, then disappeared Her voice remained for half a year The priest went mad, he kissed the walls And prayed the plague would bless us all The doctor drank the river’s skin And laughed until his lungs grew thin No body burned, no eyes were closed They walked until their limbs exposed Oh sickness, pale with velvet tread You kissed the mouth Then crowned the dead They said it came by foreign breath But all we saw was whispered death No rats, no gods, no crimson rain Just silence full of unseen pain Don’t touch Don’t breathe Don’t cry, don’t leave Don’t look Don’t speak Don’t mourn the weak I named him love I fed him lies He touched my face And then He Died No one was touched But all were lost We chained the guilt We bore the cost The fever took And left no mark But now we scream Alone In dark It’s not the skin But breath that breaks We die in songs That no one makes Two breaths One silence Fade
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