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Forsaken
To be taken and accepted then to be forsaken.
Is the worst betrayal of all.
Release my life to beginning another.
Standing on the chair of life and death.
With a black string tied around my neck.
The string that pulls and tugs.
Until im all blue and purple.
The fire of my desire.
Death lies behind this door.
To join this dark fire with him.
Would be my heavenly light.
For he fell into deaths embrace before me.
Locking my door that keeps me alive and healthy.
But I die ever so slowly inside.
This fever of my disease will forever spread in my body.
The chime of the church bells tells me how much time I have.
To be forsaken by all.
To be accepted and betrayed.
Taken in by surprise.
While they say " I love you" which are lies from the devil.
While no one really understands.
Playing with my emotions like a toy.
To be brought to a stone that has me name.
Little rose that was only 8.
Now a black weed.
Flying to the angel of death seeking a home and comfort in it.
Only to find that hug the coil of a snake.
As it engulfs me in the darkness.
As I follow this cold path.
I learned how to live alone.
But now I actually feel it.
Is the worst betrayal of all.
Release my life to beginning another.
Standing on the chair of life and death.
With a black string tied around my neck.
The string that pulls and tugs.
Until im all blue and purple.
The fire of my desire.
Death lies behind this door.
To join this dark fire with him.
Would be my heavenly light.
For he fell into deaths embrace before me.
Locking my door that keeps me alive and healthy.
But I die ever so slowly inside.
This fever of my disease will forever spread in my body.
The chime of the church bells tells me how much time I have.
To be forsaken by all.
To be accepted and betrayed.
Taken in by surprise.
While they say " I love you" which are lies from the devil.
While no one really understands.
Playing with my emotions like a toy.
To be brought to a stone that has me name.
Little rose that was only 8.
Now a black weed.
Flying to the angel of death seeking a home and comfort in it.
Only to find that hug the coil of a snake.
As it engulfs me in the darkness.
As I follow this cold path.
I learned how to live alone.
But now I actually feel it.
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