The Power of Death
Locked Inside
the real person is affraid
to face all the lies
and scars that i have made
lost and betraid i walk alone
my muted thoughts become unknown
i hear a voice the piercing words which linger in my head
my heart is beating but there is no pulse and i feel like im already dead
with a razor i connect the stars
which leaves the patterns of my scars
and the pain in my heart
kills the desire
to love as i watch myself burn in the fire
my heart starts to ake
as i lye there awake
and the memoreies replay
as i slowly decay
the fire burned out and left nothing but coal
as they cast the power of death on my soul..
-Spencer Coggsdale
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