March 2008
Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep
You receive what you give
This is like noth
Confusion writhes around our hearts impatiently
It drains the faith that lights the dark and sets us free
From the chains of our war
And the pain we once called love
The poison of doubt enslaves
Memories sharp as daggers
Pierce into the flesh of today
The suicide of love took away all that matters
And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart
With the venomous kiss you gave
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