Christopher's Dead Poems

I have been lost in my head for too long,
Pondering thoughts that I should leave unharmed.
My future's been knocked around
So many times now, you can see the scars
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I do believe in some things
But I don’t believe in Hell
‘Cause what do you call
This fucked up whole
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Drink the devil, kill the light,
Consecrating hellish fights.
Seep into the underground,
Wear your conscience, live the sound
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Well she walks down the street
And she walks all alone
And she chokes as she cries
‘Cause nowhere feels like home
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Help yourself to the sun
There’s a bite taken out of it already
The only thing that you’ll become
Serenades to my porch while burning a cross in my backyard
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It's a large world out there,
If I never see it, there's nothing I'd undo,
Because who needs the world,
Nothing else matters, when I can be here with you.
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She lies at home, all alone on her bed
She was gonna go out, but she stayed in instead
She lies alone, thinking, killing herself
With no care for nobody or anything else
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An ode to the heartfelt, the cheapest of tears
That plague down on a sunshine like militant cheers
Of the sorrowful ones holding sorrow so near,
Makes your other half sorrowful, broken, and sheared.
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Do you believe you can cry tears of blood
That are so hot they hurt as they fall down your cheeks
Mixed with sweat as you burn up away in the heat
Of your heart screaming from an overdose of feeling
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She sits there like an angel
Leans her head against her hand
And as her golden locks of soft frayed hair
Drop down like young dry sand
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