welcome to the grave of liars and their lies;
is this what you wanted when you decided to die ?
the pain that you felt, you say that it was real;
but how are you to tell, when it's all you ever feel ?
throw your regretful tears into a fire of red and gold;
what was the price you put on your heart when it was sold ?
left to your own defenses, you fell like droplets of blood;
with deep contrite and apologies, your bursting veins will flood.
and the listlessness that accompanies possession of a lover;
you can't endure the sight of it-- you wish your life was over.
affliction chases after you like you're its only prey;
but if you stop to catch your breath, you'll lose the words you couldn't say.
so now your heartbeat ceases to exist, and death knocks upon your door;
you refused to believe that anyone needed you-- unless you could see what they needed you for.
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