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withen
the most
treacherous of words
no one
can truly see
this
infectious disease
withen
Words
mean nothing more
then to set aflame
A sacred fire
Within
Of blood and wires
a funeral pyre
and if you can be
it shall set you free
withen
Come in
I may let you
or break you apart
and rip out your heart
Or
Sink my teeth
in
But
When
can I
escape
My
Within
If my hands are red
from your
sin
And when you speak...
the ground gives in
Someone
turns on the light
falling down
I crawl away
in fright
try to speak
but words
don't sound right
I am not as pretty
as u thought I was
and i will never be...
For the
worst of you
Is
What lies
Within
Me
treacherous of words
no one
can truly see
this
infectious disease
withen
Words
mean nothing more
then to set aflame
A sacred fire
Within
Of blood and wires
a funeral pyre
and if you can be
it shall set you free
withen
Come in
I may let you
or break you apart
and rip out your heart
Or
Sink my teeth
in
But
When
can I
escape
My
Within
If my hands are red
from your
sin
And when you speak...
the ground gives in
Someone
turns on the light
falling down
I crawl away
in fright
try to speak
but words
don't sound right
I am not as pretty
as u thought I was
and i will never be...
For the
worst of you
Is
What lies
Within
Me
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