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All alone, trapped inside a hole that only I fit inside Gasping as the blade touches flesh, the blood suffocating me Rising higher and higher not to lower like a tide, Thats when one knows they're dying
The yearn for love The learn for someone to have hope in you The yearn to receive love back The yearn to mean the world to someone The yearn to become someone The yearn to have a stable home
Death destories peoples dreams yet brings one to a world where no one can go. Death touches where people cannot touch for it strikes a heart many cannot touch.
Round the pouring hatred flows In the maw of fire below To the inferno, they return Spawn of evil, they all shall burn Fall of many a great empire Products of darkest desire Lives that murders soil