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Made after watchin' a slasher. To be sung in the style of Emilie Autumn/Evanescence.
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The rain crashes down on my lips. Trembling, words create puddles around me. Never flows, the way it drips. Enticing, her eyes stare targeted to me. I fall, only to die in her arms. So still, I begin, to slowly stop breathing. My pulse, sets of the alarms. Swarms of chiggers inside me are breeding. Only to escape, and leave me unarmed. I’m bleeding… Not breathing… I’m being held but no one is here. I’m alone watching my fear, in the grasp, of the unknown. Hark the silent screams beyond. Recall the insidious, distant bond. Relinquish the lust devoured in sin. Harps of the angels send chills through my skin. Hath the liquid fire dwindled? Hath the hate inside you availed? Hath it helped in thy scheme? Have thy found the way to redeem? Again the bell rings… Thou mind deludes illusions at my plea. Art thou satisfied now? Art thou justified now? Art thou damnified now? Angry angels ascend avenging abuse. With their gentle wings… They take their vengeance upon thee. Doust thou know of condor? Prithee repent with implore. Faust was of much leverage. Premise excuses for your suffrage. The truth crashes down on my will. Trembling, words create thoughts of dismay. Never flows, the blood that stays still. Enticing, her eyes stare meaning to betray. I fall, only to die in her arms. So still, I begin, to slowly stop breathing. My pulse, sets of the alarms. Swarms of chiggers inside me are breeding. Only to escape, and leave me unarmed. I’m bleeding… Not breathing… I’m being held but no one is here. I’m alone watching my fear, in the grasp, of the unknown. I carry my own fate. A thousand times I die, and am reborn. I strive on thy hate. A thousand times I lie, and am adorn. To end, is to embark. To mend, is to remark. I carry my own soul. I carry my own weight. I daub in thy wings of the night. I fob for thy sins to ignite. I punish thy self for amends. Burning flesh, never left fresh. The scent it stays to defend, My justification. My reflection falls before me, Only to be caught by my own temptation. |