Alone I stare at
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the hallowed life
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accumulating in my hands.
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Forever is just their
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passive word to describe
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this unholy nothing
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that's been left behind.
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Forever to be left behind
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for both weak and strong.
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To drain of life and remember.
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An empty act of remembrance
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for my own selfishness.
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Falling towards darkness
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never came quite this easily.
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So at this time I keep it
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close and hold it for
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what it is worth.
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Seasons of joy I
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beg for your return,
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your return to invoke my collapse.
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I beg for your patience,
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I beg for your ever-insuring guidance.
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But leave her angelic tone behind
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so that I may still stumble
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on these broken knees.
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Love is spoken with such jealous disgust.
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All in hope for the comfort
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of a pale hand to caress these
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lonesome and solace eyes.
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For only seven nights
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I lived with the stars,
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in seven night I watched them fade away.
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A burning past I will abandon
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to just live with relief,
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but with three chosen word
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I slit my own throat.
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Killing In The Month Of July
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| Endthisday |
