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The sweetest angel of all To have the honour of a gracious fall
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There you are, propped up by pillows Eyes failing to see, seduced by choice
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Intricate designs cover this epidermis canvas Not that of ink but ones that still catch the eye
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Detrimental scars from the beloved one Superficial cuts from the longing blade
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Bereavement felt for the beloved butterflies The ones that she kills every fight
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To take an arrow to the heart Is to take a knife to the arm
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All shared and alls gone, meaningful yet the meaning lost Caring and careful, porcelain heart, shattered at a hefty cost
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I came to you from a mother as pure as my intent I came from a higher plain, this was my descent
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You have succeeded in your duties In your desire to enfeeble my heart
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Tremoring from the thought of losing all I have worked towards Losing the one that I love, the one who despises my acts
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They see me as being placid Cool calm and collected
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The army of his majesty roam over many an unchartered land In search for the sewn crops of those that have been slain
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Eradication of all those that has infiltrated these plains The grassy meads of the once barren land
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Abomination for myself Bombs exploding within my head
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His heart broke again as he watched her walk up the aisle away from him
Dressed in a blue gown that was planned for him
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You knew it was you that I did despise And that I had wanted to be the cause of your demise
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Looking within the labyrinth of your words The ones of lust and affection
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These words I wrote are my legacy As I watch my life escape from me
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You tied a noose a long time ago Never to be used, never to be touched
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You have wanted this for so long Praying for death to take a hold
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To hate is to love To love the worst in another
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Begging for my exit The curtain to be pulled
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Left outside and cold in the rain that is my tears Drowning in the puddles of transparent memories
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Staring at faces of demons that he persistently calls forth The dragons and trolls that once were slayed by a brave warrior
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Sitting behind the wheel of this car Drunk and disorientated turning the ignition
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Fallacies and fantasies Masquerades of a beguiled mind
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Bullets escape from your lips
Connecting with my chest
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