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forever
A crimson rose turning black.
Two solid slits in my wrist!
Laying on my back there's no turning back.
No- turning-BACK!
Peel away the mask.
Ill reveal my open wound!
What was once concealed is now no longer a surprise.
In spite of my heart ache, your heart attack was fake!
Your unwanted sympathy a lie!
Your 'help' never sufficed!
Now I'm laying here in hope to die!
This crimson rose is black as pitch, cold as night.
Seven solid slits in my wrist, I can't achieve my fix!
(FOREVER NUMB)
Forever on the run!
Two solid slits in my wrist!
Laying on my back there's no turning back.
No- turning-BACK!
Peel away the mask.
Ill reveal my open wound!
What was once concealed is now no longer a surprise.
In spite of my heart ache, your heart attack was fake!
Your unwanted sympathy a lie!
Your 'help' never sufficed!
Now I'm laying here in hope to die!
This crimson rose is black as pitch, cold as night.
Seven solid slits in my wrist, I can't achieve my fix!
(FOREVER NUMB)
Forever on the run!
Published 24th Apr 2013
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