Suture up my lids… send me running into traffic
Used to see “and” now I can’t
…Currently here to cause havoc…
It’s quite tragic not to see you when I mutilate the town
Your face would be just perfect before I slaughter you
Driving your head; into the ground.
I have memories –locked- away-
An old torched passage guiding me
Back to days when I used to play with you
…way back when I could still see…
Random exposure to your cruel punishments
Sent me running to hide from nothing but
...: Internal conflicts:...
Those tears that were shed formed that tomb…
deep inside
Now it holds my sick secrets and visions of my shattered pride
I’m not really blind
…Blind to how you see me…
Nothing is going to change now
You still have made no means of understanding
If you argue ill have to disagree
If you can’t see me just listen to my plea
Now that I snatched your love, I’ve made your life worth death
Let me take my final breath
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