Gouge out my eyes / pestilence
lack of love binds /
Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of
Days left before this is over and done with.
The
the person staring through
the person staring through the reflective
With all my said unsaids
I could never swallow
The idea of
overheard your conversation. tonight i'm not satisfied
sitting here i
I know we've never met and you'll probably never read
Sever your relation to those who are dependent on
breathing
Another day passes by
Another attempt at love
Remains unrequited
Why do I
Gray chairs cold but here for me
thankfully I don't miss
ive seen horrors horrors that you have seen but you
you say I need you
but how about the DEMONS in
I`ve left my mark
I`ve made my statement
I won`t go unnoticed
Past
Sit across from you, why are we even here?
There
Your so called meager life
Is plagued with riches
Born by the
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