I'm blinded by your hate, can't see through the mist
You hate me and nothing else exists
My knowledge of anything results to nothing
Coz you took away that little something
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I forget the difference between dark and light
I watch the change between day and night
I watch the sun come and then go down
But it all feels wrong when you're not around
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My tears fall delicately like a petal from a flower
Every motion of wind is a heavenly catch of breath
Your voice is beautiful but just a sleepless memory
Our heart to heart demise may cause to be my death
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She sent me to a place where Angels scream me to sleep
Swallowing mouthfuls of pain, I'm in too deep
A place where my soul fails to exist
Pretty little flowers carve away at my wrist
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Your picture,
Still hanging on my wall
My memories,
Still so beautiful
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Every harmful word
Every wounding slash
Another temporary silence
Every time we detach
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Black silhouettes of a hangman's noose
Surrounded by ways to cut my life loose
Worn away gravestones of the gone and forgotten
Smell of decay, Bodies are rotten
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Carve open my wrist
With your razorblade kiss
Swallow a bit of my pride
Leave me for dead
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There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
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Infants' graves are steps of angels, where
Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose.
God is their parent, and they need no tear,
He takes them to his bosom from earth's woes,
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