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Empty Promises
Nothing but a twisted fate
Something you wish to replace
But as the time drags on
You find yourself
Grasping harder every step you take
As you laugh in my face
While the tears begin to stain
Just another place
With empty promises
Standing between us
As the voices grow louder
The bed grows colder
As I lay to rest on the ground
With every tick
Time grows shorter
Just moments away
From a hell is place
Nothing but sweet words
To lure me to my grave
Something you wish to replace
But as the time drags on
You find yourself
Grasping harder every step you take
As you laugh in my face
While the tears begin to stain
Just another place
With empty promises
Standing between us
As the voices grow louder
The bed grows colder
As I lay to rest on the ground
With every tick
Time grows shorter
Just moments away
From a hell is place
Nothing but sweet words
To lure me to my grave
Published 10th Mar 2016
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