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I am a voice for the broken hearted
I curse the day that this all started
I am a voice for those crushed of will
I wish for a day when blood will spill

. . .


The lies you spat flood my veins
Rippling beneath my skin
I must cut these trembling wrists
And cleanse myself of such sin
Look into my eyes
What do you see?
A broken man with a heart so decieved
I bleed, yet I breathe anew

. . .


I once adorned wings and knew of such innocence
I then tasted of her, wings were torn from flesh
I had been betrayed by my own tongue
I had been betrayed by my own heart
I had become a martyr for love

. . .


You are simply starving
Sketched a sickly thin
Impressions of bone through flesh
Dollar signs carved into paper skin
Just another bodybag with a heartbeat

. . .


I remember the day one never so fated
It became my darkest of days
When kisses scattered the voice
Fluttering poison eyes screamed to me
Love thy enemies, savor the bittersweet
I gave you life
I put breath into your lungs, and just the same
I will give you to the grave
Time
For
You
To
Fucking
Die

. . .


Once upon a time
Jealousy hurts and now so will I
Her cadaver splinters
Cannibal eyes salivate
As I swallow her blood
I swallow my remorse
This is her body and
Blood
Given unto you

. . .


I love to hear you scream
I live to make you scream
I'll bring you to your knees and shoot you in the fucking face

. . .


I now place this kiss upon your lifeless lips

. . .


I am coming to steal the sun from your sky
I am going to choke the light from your eyes
I embody your darkest fears
I am only the carnage that you have created
I want to rip the skin from your face
So that you'll never think you're pretty again
(Ugly)
Bloody and bruised
Final images of you

. . .


Every thought a gun to my head
Every thought again and again
Caress the trigger and inhale the breath of a bullet

. . .


You see this as hell
But I tell you it's heaven

. . .


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