from behind the trees makes me sick it bring sflash backs from the past haunting me reddish gold and silver a hint of rust and blood my eyes they burn
For all those that taunt me and stomp on my dreams I hope you choke on blood if I could display you in a burning field impaled on your mothers arms I
Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you scream sometimes I like
piece by piece tomorrow just won't make it designed for murder it's not my fault reflections in the rose petals taht were placed over your eyes looks
Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face now she is imprisoned in a land not for the weakened heart a land filled with miles of fire and the
An image of me beneath my grave what's gone wrong this time just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head I found the corpse of my conscience
Beautiful scars cover my broken temple no one tried to save this the sun's burnt out darkness is beginning the sun's burnt out no more beauty no more
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