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The Tragedy
When I peek into the darkest moon I see your starry eyes.
Wonder if this is what's like to die?
The criminal is shifty , and he hides in deep disguise.
Keep your head up always with watchful eyes.
The room is filled with flames and they stream in precise design.
What doesn't burn was never meant to die.
The jester stands in haste to sell you all his lies .
If you feed your fears with tears they will never die.
Chours: The bottles almost empty.
The bag is coated with dust.
The pistol has just 1 more bullet , and there are 3 of us.
My chemical imabalance mixed with lack of trust. The tragedy when lust turns into rust.
Wonder if this is what's like to die?
The criminal is shifty , and he hides in deep disguise.
Keep your head up always with watchful eyes.
The room is filled with flames and they stream in precise design.
What doesn't burn was never meant to die.
The jester stands in haste to sell you all his lies .
If you feed your fears with tears they will never die.
Chours: The bottles almost empty.
The bag is coated with dust.
The pistol has just 1 more bullet , and there are 3 of us.
My chemical imabalance mixed with lack of trust. The tragedy when lust turns into rust.
Published 9th Oct 2020
| Edited 19th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Not really finished , but thought I would publish for later observations. Feedback much appreciated.
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10th Oct 2020 1:06pm
This is cool! I love the line "if you feed your fears with tears they will never die."
