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THE PASSION OF DEMISE
All love is to me is a jaded memory
Tainted by bitter kisses and heated screams
The ashes on the shelf
Speak of wasted dreams
Remind me of Hell
The roses wither
Within the garden of winter
I see the world through a splinter
In my mind stained with whispers
The last words of her
I can’t let them go
Every lie she spoke to me
I have cast below
Every scrap of memory
God damn every night of passion that led to my demise
How could you raise my heart high and dash it to the shallow?
Fucking venomous monster just a serpent in disguise
Beauty became the beast and dragged me, willfully, below
Where love goes to die!
Was it your intention to drain me of life so
Thoroughly so that I could never see - No!
The mirror on the wall
Showing scars to all
I don’t want to know
Chorus of thunder
Echoes around me and under
Every curse truthfully uttered
And a future left asunder
Crows flew to murder
I can’t let them go
Every lie she spoke to me
I have cast below
Every scrap of memory
God damn every night of passion that led to my demise
How could you raise my heart high and dash it to the shallow?
Fucking venomous monster just a serpent in disguise
Beauty became the beast and dragged me, willfully, below
Where love goes to die!
I should have died at your hands
But leave me cadaverous and damned
And Hell comes home every time
Beating on my door every fucking night
I used to leave you
Roses in your fucking gloom
But now I leave you
Alone in your fucking tomb
I can never let them go
Every lie she spoke to me
And now I have cast below
Every scrap of memory
God damn every night of passion that led to my demise
How could you raise my heart high and dash it to the shallow?
Fucking venomous monster just a serpent in disguise
Beauty became the beast and dragged me, willfully, below
Where love goes to die!
(c)Frank Green 2017
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