the longing every object so fleeting you were chosen you were special I pray for innocence you were chosen you were special and once again the hunger begins anew and there is blood
long ago your words echo inside like screams in an empty well always wondering what I could have done but I couldn't save you you have always been my
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when will this season of bloodloss end? hope falls through the holes in my hands every hour is a shackle I curse my captor every divinity has forsaken
well I hope you are satisfied you gave me the push I needed ostracised for nothing at all by all those I hold dear you aren't the same maybe we should
not to fall from your grace my blood and my tears were tokens I was waste to be expelled to you I was just a number forgotten on the chopping block my blood
neglected Forgotten You were cast aside casting stones at an open target what did you think that I would just smile and then walk away no that was never
I know we have been here before countless times engaged in an empty embrace your every word teh touch of satin everything you do is a cold blade in my
dark clouds line the sky and descend to the shallow heart of the man enraptured by the burning flames of animosity the hammer falls and penetrates and
have used your every word against me you are deception personified your illusions no longer hold me I lost faith in what my eyes beheld sightless my every turn has been
false hope my quest begins on this day drowning slowly drowning dare I breathe? What can I say that has not been said? what can I do, that has not been
