The darkness of my soul matches the
darkness of my mind.
The hate I have for you is the same
hate I have for myself.
The pain I cause is the same pain
you caused me so long ago.
Death comes slow and life is my prison.
The tears I cry are the blood from my
soul.
The screams from me are from my
the darkness within me.
The burn in my heart is like a candle
to my face.
My life is so wasteful.
Nothing is real to me.
Death is slow and all I have
is the sin in me.
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