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Desolate Awaiting Dawn
With not a thing to give
This razor in my wrist
Everyone I have to forgive
Give away a final kiss
Jumper, fall forever
Forever like never
Is a void I can't picture
But my evils hold no cure
If my grave would levitate
Like a winged razorblade
Of despair and a sadness
Melting into a great madness
It is the darkest taste
To stand in my disgrace
Look at my nude face
And wish to disappear
Without a trace
My suicide forthcoming
The rot of agony incoming
If a light were to appear
So my path be clear
Perhaps I'd have no fear
Out of hell, out of hell
Jesus I need you near.
*Entered in a comp here
This razor in my wrist
Everyone I have to forgive
Give away a final kiss
Jumper, fall forever
Forever like never
Is a void I can't picture
But my evils hold no cure
If my grave would levitate
Like a winged razorblade
Of despair and a sadness
Melting into a great madness
It is the darkest taste
To stand in my disgrace
Look at my nude face
And wish to disappear
Without a trace
My suicide forthcoming
The rot of agony incoming
If a light were to appear
So my path be clear
Perhaps I'd have no fear
Out of hell, out of hell
Jesus I need you near.
*Entered in a comp here
Published 1st Apr 2017
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1st Apr 2017 8:50pm
"It is the darkest taste
To stand in my disgrace"
Awesome space...
Surely one of the best I've read from you.
Word play stole my heart
2nd Apr 2017 8:34am
That means a lot bro, I am really glad you thought so, this one just spilled out, one line after another, those do tend to be the best ones. Thank you so much for stopping by for a read! ~anonshadow😏
