The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
Devastated heart, broken dignity, dead faces
Fallen roses, shattered petals, deserted places...
In shade I may be faded,
Biding my time until full sun...
They say he asks
for something more than blood...
Pain is something I’m used to
I can push through with the best...
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Never let the demon |
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I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
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I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |