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Which our dreams are left behind in
written by cryptic_misery06:09 PM 11/19/04Your blood is like the wine of the dead
Soul so desolate, decaying like wilted flowers
In the forbidden savage garden
Which our dreams are left behind in
Your eyes are like the heart of hell
Tainted, yet as piercing as the fire within you
Like the lost faith of a child
Which our dreams are left behind in
You're the blade that keeps you alive
Scarred to the point...
Where pain is all you own
Because it's all you've ever had
Never forget this empty place
Which our dreams are left behind in
Your pain is the only soothing medicine
Since that's all you've felt
Cut to release guilt from your dreadful abyss
Which our dreams are left behind in
Your veins run dry, like the dead sea
Solitary, slow, your red river flows
Erase me from this nightmare
Which our dreams are left behind in |
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