Shadow of Death
Interchangable memories on an old dusty shelf
abandoned and lost in a mirage of my former self
Listliss and dull in spirit, cold blooded at heart
pondering the ways in which I fall apart
Take myself at face-value, or look deep within
Degraded myself in rythm with all of my sin
This plight I find hopless, this plot I find flawed
Is the shadow of death for me to be called
Whether I bleed, of even just if I try
It's in my opinion, it's better I die
Do you think evanescence is truly so bliss
If spoken by the serpant, so cold with a hiss
Take my misfortune, call me a mistake
And leave me alone, if not for pity's sake
I may fear that I'm falling, or maybe failing you see
The only thing I know, is what I hate most is me.
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