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chrysanthemum
you’ve all left
gone one by one
i wept because i slept
trying to avoid coming undone
dying inside just for fun
never to fill the bottomless void
headed where i’ll never see the sun
this is my own choice
besides there’s nowhere left to run or hide
the last ride begins i rejoice before i’ve begun to die
here’s a one way ticket to my own demise
i reside on this throne of bones all alone
hiding from my sins i’ve never atoned
shining so bright, my crimson covers blown
cast your stone, with all your might
since you’ve never known the life i chose
how to maneuver through the night
you have no home to call your own
i will never dare to pretend to care
that you were ever my friends
you were never there to make amends
my kingdom built on deceit & despair
it’s just a means to an end
crumbling cause the burdens too heavy to bare
now i’m standing there with letters i’ll never send
what am i to do, i tend to get confused
and consumed at the thought of losing you
i never intend to transcend the lines of wrong and right
spine crippled with a chill of fright
i recommend that you do not attend
you will die here because of me again
tonight all bones that bend will break in spite
no matter how strong or the will to fight
you descend into a purgatory state
that there’s no coming back from
all that remains beside your grave
is a blood stained chrysanthemum
gone one by one
i wept because i slept
trying to avoid coming undone
dying inside just for fun
never to fill the bottomless void
headed where i’ll never see the sun
this is my own choice
besides there’s nowhere left to run or hide
the last ride begins i rejoice before i’ve begun to die
here’s a one way ticket to my own demise
i reside on this throne of bones all alone
hiding from my sins i’ve never atoned
shining so bright, my crimson covers blown
cast your stone, with all your might
since you’ve never known the life i chose
how to maneuver through the night
you have no home to call your own
i will never dare to pretend to care
that you were ever my friends
you were never there to make amends
my kingdom built on deceit & despair
it’s just a means to an end
crumbling cause the burdens too heavy to bare
now i’m standing there with letters i’ll never send
what am i to do, i tend to get confused
and consumed at the thought of losing you
i never intend to transcend the lines of wrong and right
spine crippled with a chill of fright
i recommend that you do not attend
you will die here because of me again
tonight all bones that bend will break in spite
no matter how strong or the will to fight
you descend into a purgatory state
that there’s no coming back from
all that remains beside your grave
is a blood stained chrysanthemum
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