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Faded and Forsaken
Let the frost tear at my skin like bloodthirsty maggots.
Let the spinal fluid drown me like a vampire's dinner.
Forgotten and lost in this world of insanity.
Love doesn't exist in a universe with inhumanity.
Let the bones crumble inside me like ashes of death.
Let the wind crush my soul like hexes of hellish demons.
Why doesn't anything last in this world of hate?
Where's the compassion twirled with miseries fate?
Let the ice explode my heart like organ hungry zombies.
Let the water melt my flesh like lava's ravenous heat.
No longer do I exist in humanities spiteful greed.
Gone into the night with forceful speed.
Let no man tear me up or take me down.
Let no one realize that in anger I drown.
I'm gone; faded into the background and no longer here.
Alone and forsaken; lost in the blizzard of dreams fear.
Let the cold freeze my energy like rotted membranes.
Let the body of me implode myself like a heart pumped with air.
Left in my grave; morbid and morose as I ever was in life.
Distanced from humans now undead; tangled and stabbed with death's knife.
Jan. 28, 2009
Let the spinal fluid drown me like a vampire's dinner.
Forgotten and lost in this world of insanity.
Love doesn't exist in a universe with inhumanity.
Let the bones crumble inside me like ashes of death.
Let the wind crush my soul like hexes of hellish demons.
Why doesn't anything last in this world of hate?
Where's the compassion twirled with miseries fate?
Let the ice explode my heart like organ hungry zombies.
Let the water melt my flesh like lava's ravenous heat.
No longer do I exist in humanities spiteful greed.
Gone into the night with forceful speed.
Let no man tear me up or take me down.
Let no one realize that in anger I drown.
I'm gone; faded into the background and no longer here.
Alone and forsaken; lost in the blizzard of dreams fear.
Let the cold freeze my energy like rotted membranes.
Let the body of me implode myself like a heart pumped with air.
Left in my grave; morbid and morose as I ever was in life.
Distanced from humans now undead; tangled and stabbed with death's knife.
Jan. 28, 2009
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