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Alone
My pain consumes my aching heart,
The quiet tears me slowly apary,
My blindness pulls me deeper now,
My lips caress my final vow,
Silence binds me tighter still,
It lives for nothing if not to kill,
Every tear I weep is black,
I, invisible...they turn their backs,
This warmth is not the warmth I seek,
My voice is forbidden, I cannot speak,
My nightmare is reality,
I'm alone in this state of mentality,
All alone...
I turn to stone
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A/N: Sorry if that seemed like I was copying The Used right there at the end. I didn't think about that when I wrote it, it just kinda fit. I thought it sounded oddly familiar when I scribbled it down, but I didn't think about it again until I listend to Bird and the Worm a couple days later.
My pain consumes my aching heart,
The quiet tears me slowly apary,
My blindness pulls me deeper now,
My lips caress my final vow,
Silence binds me tighter still,
It lives for nothing if not to kill,
Every tear I weep is black,
I, invisible...they turn their backs,
This warmth is not the warmth I seek,
My voice is forbidden, I cannot speak,
My nightmare is reality,
I'm alone in this state of mentality,
All alone...
I turn to stone
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
A/N: Sorry if that seemed like I was copying The Used right there at the end. I didn't think about that when I wrote it, it just kinda fit. I thought it sounded oddly familiar when I scribbled it down, but I didn't think about it again until I listend to Bird and the Worm a couple days later.
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