To let love be lost is to know the cost. What we believe is true slowly fades to false. I pray to nothing, you pray to the cross. Prepare for a emotional fight, for the pain takes the first bite. No matter the strife, I've ended it with a knife.
A new day gives life to a demon, can it be that only I can see them? From the world the angels are hidden, how much more pain can be given? Waking up to another black sky, ready for your wings and turn to fly. Demons in your head, wanting you to cry. A crack in your heart, demons starting to pry. Where are the angels with new life? You slowly take your own with the knife. Don't care as long as it ends the strife. Let the Reaper come, hand on the scythe. Warm thoughts swimming through your head, as the heartbeat begins to slowly fade. You smile, feeling now as if the debt is paid. Another broken soul off to join the dead.
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