Satan's Playground
I hear whispers through these trees
Wild, wild, storms in my head just freeze
With no sign of you or your face
No warm feelings inside or your gentle embrace
Learning who could have been by my side
God knows how many times I've tried
Cold shutters roll down my back
Watching all sides and waiting for an attack
Different sides of the story I've never found
Silence in this forest --- not any types of sounds
Twisted in agony his face appears
Trapped on all sides of these bloody, shattered mirrors
Silently slitting my wrists in dismay
Trapped in Satan's playground
It's time to play
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