incomplete is my story to you
the road I walk, tried and true
the pain from my eye black and blue
Twas the moment I realized I was screwed
but like a knife in my heart you came
like a lover's fantasy enthralled in fame
from mourning's hour to morning's grace
I felt the tear drop fall from my face
it was a bastard hour the night I born
the heartless pierce from a naked thorn
but thrust myself from the demon seed
and cursed me from the terrible deed
lay me now, my head in shame
a curdisy from the demons of fame.
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