Dear God, but who are you?
Trapped in your tarnished lives.
Golden hues have dulled to bronze,
Precious gems are crushed to paste.
You are only ghosts in shells.
A withered black rose from a long dead lover
Rusty blood that once raced with passion.
Your spectres rise and cry to me,
Yet I cannot hear the screams.
I have but one wish of your mourning.
Breathe my ashes to the wind.
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Lies entangle, truth is dead.
Voices whisper in my head.
Sanctify the terrors dreamt.
The ghost of hope has fled.
Twist the knife, explode my mynd.
Devils' pact has been signed.
Burn the tears and freeze the joy.
Sold as the Puppetmasters' toy.
Games are all that's left to us
Horrid bloodtears left to rust.
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The memory remains
People change, or is it me?
Lost and gone, we've sold ourselves.
Torn and tossed, we ride our pain.
Bloody virgin, the innocence kills.
The rose is taken.
Withered, dead, and black.
Memories faded.
They're never coming back.
Hope is gone, broken assunder.
Love is lost, and in pain.
Peace is gone, burned to dust.
Lies surround what truth remains.
Search within your hearts desire.
What am I to you?
Hate me for who I am?
God, if you only knew.
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