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by Laith   Nov 18, 2008


Mountains covered with white snow
Naked trees paint the fear I know
I am the infant that can't run away
I am the piano too frozen to play

As dead as the snow which falls upon
The eyes that no longer sees the sun
In the mind that is no longer mine
I slowly die, in room 909

Inside a hotel filled with tales
I sail in the reasons she fails
All roots lead to this room
I guess she led me to doom

Such a stunning place to depart
Bartering snow with the bitten heart
That's when I know that she is back
The woman hiding in cloth of black

Death of deception I found in there
I should've known from a smell of air
As frozen steel cut through my veins
The cloth of black with blood stains

She runs with victory of ideal crime
Not noticing that it's a matter of time
An angel opens that door to save
A betrayed soul that god gave

Swallowed in the power of retribution
I vowed to devote her soul to illusion
Embrace the silvery blooded steel
And give her one last thing to feel

Found her after she disappears
Crave to hear torture in my ears
That day my thoughts Became wicked
When She checked in the room she picked

The same figure written on that door
The ninth room on the ninth floor
Here she was lying on that crib
While the blade among her parts slip

Hold the skull that you despise
You can still hear that tongue lies
Thrust that blade deeper inside
See what that skin used to hide

The daylight ruined my devilish murder
Detained by the power of law and order
And now I know that I had no right
My vengeance made me lose my sight

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