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My Final Words
Heaven where is my angel now, I cannot see. Should I graciously bow, though they cant help me? Could you hear my call, if I screamed? I still fall, did you stare as death's eyes gleamed. I'm no longer hanging on, I have no hope. Dreams are all gone, Faith and life never cope. I' m suffocating, under all this pressure. All this hating, just wants to lure. I can no longer control, what happens in my life. Like a demon without a soul, I dig deeper with my knife. What can I do, to make you realize? I cant stand thinking of you, and looking in your eyes. I slam into everything true, I fall to the floor. Why cant I forget you, all this makes me beg for more. All of this I hate, I dont see a reason. I don't want to wait, those words are treason. My final words upon my death, written on my grave. With my last breath, and in the engrave. "I love you, but I sing the sorrow." Now I'm through, Now I don't have to live through hellish tomorrow. Fists start to fly, against his face. He starts to cry, such a disgrace. You should say goodbye, he's leaving this place. I watch him die, delicate as the blackest lace.
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