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Another Tragedy
There's an aching in her head
As she sits down to write
Pretty white walls bleed to red
I'll take you on a trip tonight
She wakes up feeling dead
And cries herself through the night
It was those voices that they fed
To her it always seemed alright
Till one night the voices came
More viscous than ever before
As they shouted again and again
"You dirty little whore!"
As she sank to her knees
And tried not to break down
Her sobs racked to terrified screams
As they started to pass her around
No help had come for this one
Her life is just a waste
She repeated this till she finally won
The courage to end her race
She slowly crept to their room
Blades were in her hands
As she created her own doom
And murdered every. single. man
It came crashing down upon her
Her pain, and her grief
As the world starts to blur
She goes to finish the deed
Shaking legs walk to her room
Her only solace at night
She pulls out a gun;
The time has come tonight
She holds it her head, she's only got one shot
The pain is brief, and then gone
She leaves her dead body to rot
As Banshees sing her soul's song
The letter she wrote
The blood she's bled
It didn't have to be that way
She didn't have to be dead
But people are cruel, and life is short
Only the good die young
Yeah it's not fair, but it's only the start
Of the apocalypse to that has yet to come...
"People die
Beauty fades
Love changes
And you'll always be alone"
~Nevermore.Silence.~
As she sits down to write
Pretty white walls bleed to red
I'll take you on a trip tonight
She wakes up feeling dead
And cries herself through the night
It was those voices that they fed
To her it always seemed alright
Till one night the voices came
More viscous than ever before
As they shouted again and again
"You dirty little whore!"
As she sank to her knees
And tried not to break down
Her sobs racked to terrified screams
As they started to pass her around
No help had come for this one
Her life is just a waste
She repeated this till she finally won
The courage to end her race
She slowly crept to their room
Blades were in her hands
As she created her own doom
And murdered every. single. man
It came crashing down upon her
Her pain, and her grief
As the world starts to blur
She goes to finish the deed
Shaking legs walk to her room
Her only solace at night
She pulls out a gun;
The time has come tonight
She holds it her head, she's only got one shot
The pain is brief, and then gone
She leaves her dead body to rot
As Banshees sing her soul's song
The letter she wrote
The blood she's bled
It didn't have to be that way
She didn't have to be dead
But people are cruel, and life is short
Only the good die young
Yeah it's not fair, but it's only the start
Of the apocalypse to that has yet to come...
"People die
Beauty fades
Love changes
And you'll always be alone"
~Nevermore.Silence.~
Published 6th Nov 2012
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- Edited 16th Mar 2023 8:45pm
6th Nov 2012 11:27pm
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