the death in me
I dream of hell coming,
I seek heaven,
but its a nightmere,
i cant let go of the past,
the death in me is you,
i try to let go but the tears turn into...
BLADES. the blood drips slow...
THE DEATH IN ME IS YOU!
i scream silently,
its like a nightmere being here,
i feel like im dieing every day...
i get more and more depressed,
i dont have a mother anymore...
the death in me is satan... no heart no soul just ASHES FALLING!!!
i try to stop dreaming of hell, but every day i wake up im in hell again,
being alive haunts me... the death in me IS SATAN!
i cant wake up from this nightmere i just cant...
THE DEATH IN ME IS THE WORLD!
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