Forsaken

This is pretty much about someone and their alter-ego. The world around this person drive them so mad the contemplate suicide with themselves. The parts where it is in the third person is the 'other' self.
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Tasting the tears that flow down from my eyes,
I am cold, cold
from the fires.
Wasting the years that slow down for my cries,
I am told, told
of the liars.

Why do you weep so, my precious?
Death is but all you now deserve.
Why call the angels, my treacherous?
Safe in flames your place is preserved.

The night soothes my mind and the day burns my skin,
tasting only loneliness and bitter-sweet retention.
The moon calls my kind and the sun repents my sin,
I am beyond comprehension and mortal redemption.

The moon bleeds the sun from the shadows,
no surprise.
Watch the sweet but sad anger now rage
in your eyes.
The flowers forgive not the corpses they lay on,
yet.
Nor those who sell their souls to the devil
for their debts.

I gave my freedom for long lusted immortality.
Now bound to wander alone in the wastelands of eternity.

Why do I die of innocence, naivette?
Wound in vines of drunken lives, puppet.
You will dance on it's strings until they break from wear.
Then you will belong to the earth again, as is fair.

Why do you choke on the ashes of your flesh?
Death by flames is for all I can wish.
Need I let you drown in bone-searing flames?
No you need not I have drowned in my pain.