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FALLEN
There is no going back right now because I am dead from the inside out right now.
I am fallen because I am someone else right now, I am someone but I am no longer my old me.
Innocent years only bring me to tears;
These words are like a spell and now I fear that I am heading for hell because I am fallen, I am fallen; I am no longer my innocent self.
Marks on my flesh bound in sin and agony. “Somebody listen!” I cry.
“oh god save me!” but it’s no use, it’s no use because there is nobody listening.
I hung my halo on the wall to remind me of hopeful days, my innocent days when I can remember knowing there to be a heaven above.
I am alone, I live in a world without love.
I live in a world without compassion.
I live in the world of the dead and of the dying souls.
I now live in a world in which I have no control, only the control that they have over me.
I am now dead from the inside out!
My flesh is bound upon these bones and still my heart keeps beating.
Still my wrists keep bleeding.
Still these words have meaning….
These words have equal meaning because they are fallen too.
The answers echo as they bounce off of the shingles like tears drops upon my roof.
They say…..
“I am fallen…. I am fallen.”
I am fallen because I am someone else right now, I am someone but I am no longer my old me.
Innocent years only bring me to tears;
These words are like a spell and now I fear that I am heading for hell because I am fallen, I am fallen; I am no longer my innocent self.
Marks on my flesh bound in sin and agony. “Somebody listen!” I cry.
“oh god save me!” but it’s no use, it’s no use because there is nobody listening.
I hung my halo on the wall to remind me of hopeful days, my innocent days when I can remember knowing there to be a heaven above.
I am alone, I live in a world without love.
I live in a world without compassion.
I live in the world of the dead and of the dying souls.
I now live in a world in which I have no control, only the control that they have over me.
I am now dead from the inside out!
My flesh is bound upon these bones and still my heart keeps beating.
Still my wrists keep bleeding.
Still these words have meaning….
These words have equal meaning because they are fallen too.
The answers echo as they bounce off of the shingles like tears drops upon my roof.
They say…..
“I am fallen…. I am fallen.”
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