They say in end,
We won't have to pretend,
That pictures fade away,
Leaving only empty frames to stay.
Not here,
My sins linger,
Piercing me like a stinger,
My once white soul,
Dyed blood red,
These shadows stay above my head.
I smile still,
Against my will,
Insane?
Ha! maybe but I don't feel the pain.
The sins will stay,
But it won't make me gray,
These insane shadows,
Remain,
But I can contain,
My little friends,
To the ends,
Just have to use my mask,
It's no new task.
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An echoing emptiness lays within, Far deep down, under my skin, A shadow of a hole, just a space, Is it just waiting for your embrace.
In the deep, dark recesses. Of my deep, dark mind. Lies a quiet kind of madness. That many couldn't find. Twisted emotions,. Twisted intent. Demons encircling. From hell they've been sent.
A headstone for the broken. A message for the damned. A hym to all the hated. Wash these Blood drenched weathered hands. A grave for all my sins. A hope for all mankind. Another heart left broken.
It taps into my very core. Then leaks from every darkened pore. Infects, controls, hotwires my brain. Leaves me with the deepest stain. Once in, it's very hard to move.
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