The Final Threshold
My soul is trying to leave this shell
Cause it's drowning from my bleeding heart
I'm left with under your spell
But i can't seem to cut deep enough to relieve the pressure
The weight is just to much its beyond measure
Beyond these scars of this broken heart
This time i fear I won't live once they part.
With this final cut like from the rest of the team
I'll leave whatever this is and be a faded memory
Like my flesh from my soul the chasm widens and my senses heighten
as it flows out of control like this life of deception flowing like a river next to Poseidon
A reality i was cursed with but the only thing that never left my side
So I tried to embrace it with the demons inside but I only fell deeper into the chaos of my mind
But like all things there comes a time
where ya gotta draw a line and if a label it must wear above it I'll sign mine so like everything my only friend today Mark's where it all has to end. What's that I hear? ( voice that whispers )
I'll join you in death have no fear
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