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Shut off power, run the water -
Merciless sorrow plays the martyr.
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Put into fire what you'd put into heart,
Burn the flames and settle for depart -
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Cold and desolate with this enervating malignance.
With eyes like ice and a heart like a dying fire,
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She lives in her past, and tries to diverge,
but she's stricken on pain, and cannot fight the urge
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Words merely existing,
yet thoughts run to inexplicit boundaries;
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void obscurities and shredded words
is nothing short of the absurd;
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locked away in this heart confined,
these secrets bleed to outer dreams;
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so thus i cry through sleepless nights
and henceforth wit to merit's plights
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so this last word of sad lament
to spill my heart's desire
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in such a way that my lungs can breathe no longer,
and with such a light that my heart diminishes...
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to bring forth an existing argument,
where it takes place to break the soul,
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it's the way the silver caresses the touch,
to the skin it's the feeling that escapes reality,
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You push aside these bitter cries,
and faithless is Your bleak opinion,
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Is this glass seen sculpted true,
or perhaps it's broken down
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so whats left is what has passed
and though pain just fits the mask,
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Now tell me, before my lungs burst
with the monotony of such hurt,
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no other place was meant to stay,
but perhaps the wind that sails past
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Broken is as sorrow does
and beauty counts in whims,
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to instigate a doubtful life,
where despair leads to discern.
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Beyond what lays in dreary,
despite the silenced foes,
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upon contempt i cannot see
an evening rose breathes out to me,
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Crooked with its stabbing grin;
it pierces through the naive hearts
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A sip of cyanide,
sweet sorrow to end the pain;
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Forgetting all that has been said and done;
A slate so clean to wash away the lies
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This sunlight blossoms twice to sea
and shines a solemn bloom.
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These fragments encase a crystal heart,
throughout the time that is spent,
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I've tried to count the times I've spent
waiting in the quandary,
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Like a dagger through the rosebush
and a bullet through the eye,
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Like a single cloud on a sunny day,
it floats into the gray
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In your whims, you blow against me,
a façade of serene waves,
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Falling down are raindrops,
they pitter as they weep;
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Emptiness consumes the bowl,
and corruption rocks the cradle
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For far too long I've grown out of touch
and I grow weary with the time,
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Whispers from my heart I see
I'm sputtering out words from my soul
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Just a little something sweet,
just to say hello
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