Deeper

by Alex Beebe   Jan 31, 2007


DEEPER AND DEEPER,
INTO MY SOUL,
A KNIFE OF SINS IS WHAT YOU HOLD,
YOU HAVE CUT ME CLEANLY,
I FEEL NO PAIN.
I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF DEATH,
YOU ARE NOT AS STRONG AS MY LAST DYING BREATH,
YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE,
I WILL CONSUME YOUR SOUL TO FULFILL MINE.
THE KNIFE IS ONLY AN EXIT TO THE DESTRUCTION,
THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS IS ONLY A VILE OBSTRUCTION,
I NEED NO BLOOD TO REALIZE I'M LOST,
I WILL AVENGE MY SOUL NO MATTER WHAT THE COST.
I AM SO DRAINED OF LIFE, I DON'T WANT TO STOP,
ALL I SEE IS HER TWISTED FACE, NO LONGER AN ANGEL,
ONLY AN ANGEL IN A SHELL TO TRICK MY HEART,
INTO BELIEVING I'M WANTED.
I CAN TAKE THE PAIN,
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS CUT AGAIN,
AND MAYBE NOW I CAN FINALLY SLEEP.

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