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he used to burn through every room
now he just scrolls, waits for the moon
no more fights, no late_night sin
just perfect t__th and pale skin

once walked like storms, sharp and cold
now blends in beige, just doing what he’s told
no blood on fists, no scent of war
he locked the wolf behind the door

look at him _ clean, calm, polite
sleeps eight hours, dims the light
no more chaos, no more flame—
you can’t bury a man who gave up his name

he didn’t die _ he just stopped burning
clocked in, shut up, k!lled the yearning
no gun, no knife, just faded out
a whisper where there once was shout
don’t mourn him now, he’s not worth storing
he didn’t die…
he just got boring

he used to kiss like it meant war
now he nods and holds the door
he used to lie, cheat, bleed, confess
now he just answers texts, says yes
no more danger, no more edge
just folded dreams on the window ledge
he prays for peace, fears the fall
but silence isn’t life at all

he gave up l_st for something nice
traded madness in for ice
he calls that growth, calls that sane
but the mirror just laughs at his name

he once swore he’d never fold
now he’s just a story no one told
he once said “if i fall, make it loud”
now he’s just stillness in a crowd

he didn’t die _ he just stopped burning
no one begged, no world stopped turning
no headlines, just a man alone
too scared to bleed, too numb to groan
he’s not dead…
just boring to the bone

- vantgrave

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