The feeling is growing weaker as I think of you
The light it hurts my eyes, I know the feeling's true
Wailing spirits scream into my ears
As the profits deal out all my fears
Bitter sweet endings, yet nothing tastes sweeter than blood
The Gods they drag my soul through another puddle of mud
Leaves fall on the ground, crisp and dead
And as another falls, my heart turns more into lead
It is as dark as charcoal, but somehow it still cares
If you should die tonight, it would cry that it wasn't fair
But soon everyone will fix that, and make it pure stone
And let me always speak in my nasty cold tone
Hatred is such a strong word, yet I use it every day
For it says so many things when you have nothing say
Another days go by, with its normal slow time
I have so much time, so I make stupid poems that rhyme
The sun still shines on, as I look for more dark
I scream when I get frustrated, like a lonely lark
Time takes it's toll and death soon does come
So why try to hide from it? Why try to run?
Embrase it like I, for I am already dead inside
Though around you, I do try to hide
Some things are better left alone, just as some better off dead
And just like right now, some things are better left unsaid
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