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dirty coat...
shot me right in the heart ..this hunter of broken dreams he took it all and left me kneeling.. stained..filled with holes.. his frozen touch steals pieces of my memories the nightmares settled..now they are real forgotten what it felt like to weep when his face burnt all the hidden tears the present is my haunting ghost.. the future is my enemy all that's left for me to hang on to.. is the past with it's sweet jealousy ..your icy look forces me to bow deep shivering..an attempt to reach my heart needs the moonlight.. fair,shining in my mind darkness rules above the idiot inside me thought this was the end..but your vengeance hasn't even started this unrealistic bond between the smothered and the hungry why did i think that we could love..when everything leads to hurting? looking through a glass..this is the way i see myself.. in your eyes my image is vague..a disguise.. this attempt to fool myself..believing that you never could have harmed.. even my shadow fears..of the army that's being raised to fight never would have sold my soul...if you hadn't crossed my way now the devil keeps it safe...mocking..at the sight of me in disgrace you only see the emptiness that reigns within. the unlocked door is easier to open without a key..
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