Morbid Works
The twisted works of me, more to come, i promise.
For you sinister looks, that blank cold eye an echo of hate that just wont die. the blood that i spill, is only my own to have that i give, your never alone I am with you in life, more so in death. whispers you hear, in ice cold breath. I leer in your memory, i cause all your pain you just cant remember, i drive you insane A fractional thought, a blink in your mind The truth that you want, your desperate to find. a faint memory, you think and you try as the haze gets thicker, you want to die. You cry and you weep, and you run and you hide the promise you made, I know that you lied The trust that you broke, all punishments due. You now know the truth, that i died for you
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| Truth Take the time to listen, you'll hear the heart beat still. dark as time consumes us all, this life matters not. It took me long to figure out, how every thing was clear. No matter what we do or say, no matter how hard we try. Demons always get the best of us, they mingle in our hearts and mind. taunting and teasing. The longer it takes for us to brake down. The more pleasure we give to them. People think they have it all, money, power, they have nothing. they are as poor as the beggar on the street. No one has anything. because in reality none of this even matters. no poem or tale will ease your mind. no promise of Heaven or fame. not even a comforting word, that lingered on your lips. |
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