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Wishing Well
My draining blood is all you adore,
Cut me up and slide my body across the floor.
I still keep the things you tell me not to tell,
About how the wishing well leads to hell.
I should pack my bones,
And leave the melting stones.
But you have caught me in your suction,
As you become death's pure seduction.
You have eaten the remains of my last cell,
I watch as you bring my faith to the wishing well.
Serenaded blades cut my eyes,
Each sides of the knife contains lies.
You purposely made me spill my guts,
I'm drowning in your deliberate cuts.
They talk about how I probably fell,
No one knows you stuffed my decaying body down the wishing well.
Cut me up and slide my body across the floor.
I still keep the things you tell me not to tell,
About how the wishing well leads to hell.
I should pack my bones,
And leave the melting stones.
But you have caught me in your suction,
As you become death's pure seduction.
You have eaten the remains of my last cell,
I watch as you bring my faith to the wishing well.
Serenaded blades cut my eyes,
Each sides of the knife contains lies.
You purposely made me spill my guts,
I'm drowning in your deliberate cuts.
They talk about how I probably fell,
No one knows you stuffed my decaying body down the wishing well.
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