Never thought that things would seem
Vital to a daytime's dream
Hacked into a massacred heart
Talk to no one you can't tell apart
Carmine paint left in the sun
I will leave the hopeless with only a gun
I will cost everything that one can own
And I give nothing but a life alone
Is that me, to let one die?
Not to be my hated lie?
I will not go and give it all
I am not one but will I fall?
[there is a secret message (I thank Poe *hint*) ]
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