Gods fatal game
Pale white fingertips shaking
Mind is obliviously debating
Falsely giving up
Belligerent belief in love
My tender heart is torn
Insomnia inside of he
Disgusting thoughts creep
Lingering
Losing grip
Emptiness
You're sick
Clock sings slower
Spring winds decaying colder
You my dear
Are changing colors
Leaves
They bleed the same
Fever
Streams his lungs
Gods fatal game has strictly won
Fate
Please wait
Simply setting free
Herself
Aches
Along the road that willingly breaks
Shakes
Explores their way
Caves
In
Stroking a lifeless chest
Breaks
My being down
End this hurtful phase
Replays
Fulfillment of hopeless days
Headaches
Eat away my youthful sun
Fever
Streams his lungs
Gods fatal game has strictly won
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