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Untitled II
Jamie Armani |
You're killing angels every day
Breaking souls that are in your way
Leaving behind, loss, decay
A trail of darkness, cold and grey
What is it that you want to be
Of fame, of grace, of placidity
The fear inside you hate to see
I'm sorry to say that I can't agree
What about the bullet inside your head
The body that is lying in your bed
All the pain you held within has bled
All the insides left void and dead
Feelings you no longer can contain
The rush you can no more sustain
A tumor growing in your brain
The clot which is building in your vein
You're patient as I pull you near
And whisper something in your ear
Your vision tainted for hate of fear
Wash away until it runs clear
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