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Between the Ribcage
life's so hard staring out between the bars
reaching for a rare equality,
but it's so far away waiting for my hand
waiting for the reaper of souls,
and the only place to find him's in the death of my master
but his impending death means the end
an end of life and bleeding.
The words breaking me down filling me with poison
and false-truth,
the silence piercing my veins with lies
as I stare through the ribcage,
searching for an other broken heart
to complete me in my purgatory,
would that save me from obscurity?
i couldn't find the comforting heart i needed,
in the words hanging in the smoke
but the strain of addiction,
my master gives me more
and it's slowly killing me,
suffocating me in the decisions laced with voices.
the voices of demons born of purgatory
tearing at the stitches of my pseudo self,
the shell protecting me from the eyes
hanging in the shadows of my cell,
the veins and arteries like chains keeping me here
rooted in your chest.
please listen to the echoes in your head
and cut me free of life and let the reaper take me
with the soul that withered behind your stained glass eyes,
the doors bleeding the sound of pain
the tears dripping down unto me like thorns,
the thorns of the rose
with her poison fruit of vanity
shattering you like a porcelain puppet,
with me taking the shards of lies.
I'm your heart and I need you to be strong
so please just slip the blade and bleed from your wrist,
it's all I need to be set apart from you
the fool bringing the pestilence of me.
reaching for a rare equality,
but it's so far away waiting for my hand
waiting for the reaper of souls,
and the only place to find him's in the death of my master
but his impending death means the end
an end of life and bleeding.
The words breaking me down filling me with poison
and false-truth,
the silence piercing my veins with lies
as I stare through the ribcage,
searching for an other broken heart
to complete me in my purgatory,
would that save me from obscurity?
i couldn't find the comforting heart i needed,
in the words hanging in the smoke
but the strain of addiction,
my master gives me more
and it's slowly killing me,
suffocating me in the decisions laced with voices.
the voices of demons born of purgatory
tearing at the stitches of my pseudo self,
the shell protecting me from the eyes
hanging in the shadows of my cell,
the veins and arteries like chains keeping me here
rooted in your chest.
please listen to the echoes in your head
and cut me free of life and let the reaper take me
with the soul that withered behind your stained glass eyes,
the doors bleeding the sound of pain
the tears dripping down unto me like thorns,
the thorns of the rose
with her poison fruit of vanity
shattering you like a porcelain puppet,
with me taking the shards of lies.
I'm your heart and I need you to be strong
so please just slip the blade and bleed from your wrist,
it's all I need to be set apart from you
the fool bringing the pestilence of me.
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