Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
The volume in agony, designed by the hands of darkness.
Forms the ice around my heart, soul surrounded without a sound.
Caged by bone to be protected, by age, our end is selected.
What I lack in life is fear, do you water your eyes everyday with tears.
You stare across a field to watch the birds nest in a tree, I see a chair that cares.
You look at the branches, I noose my neck, to be roped, I have had my chances.
Lost in lust, locked inside my mind.
Next to time, I am doing all my crimes.
I walk the path, on top of shattered glass.
My prints are left behind on your field, blood stains are painted on the grass.
Sellected by a paper shield, scissor reflected and blade rusted rejected.
I will burn, I am the fire.
I will die, I am dead.
Feed my soul to the demons.
Stake my heart.
Bleed my veins.
What can never be taken.
Is my dark blackless pain.
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