The Death's Kiss
I will scream until my throat bleeds.
I will bleed until my veins run dry.
I will wither like a rose dying
On a cold winter day.
Sorrow will spill from my tears
Like rain falling from the sky.
My heart will shatter like
the Earth breaking into.
This Death Will come swiftly
On its black horse to take me away.
The demons will grab hold and
Pull me below.
The flames will shoot from my finger tips
Like the pain from this broken body.
This curse will be a gift
A gift from the damned.
I will take my misery and haunt you.
Give you this pain that I feel.
Make you hate me
Make you miserable.
Just like me.
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