These words are soaked in sincerity
But it's far too late to make any amends
I thought that you had vanished and finally learned your place
But now you're just a stain on the memory that I can't erase
The past in pieces
Fragments to never be repaired
Future of darkness, despondence, despair
Fallen into traps of elementary design
A past to lie forever in a dormancy defied
Repugnant aspirations pushing through the disguise
A grim display of restitution before my eyes
A broken soul
A saving grace
A fractured life
Nothing left to save
Lost in the space of masochistic reverie
Reflection of complacency grinds to a halt
Silence is broken by the temptress turned succubus
Immediate impulse held under control
Don't enter my mind in the dead of the night
Bring forth resolution
When closure was born, I thought it'd weaken the storm
And breed a mere second of placidity
Don't enter my mind in the dead of the night
Unwanted ressurection
So be the first to witness my curse
It never gets better
It only gets worse
Fuck
Irreparable, you can't change what you can't destroy
A myriad of actions of the weak
Should I forgive the sinking bouts of isolation?
Bite your tongue, it's my turn to speak
Fire will cleanse the hate that you harbor
Let it melt the ice in your veins
Until you're left a pool of lies, soaked into earth and washed away
Don't enter my mind in the dead of the night
Don't enter my mind in the dead of the night
Don't enter my mind in the dead of the night
This page is ripped and burned to ash
The moons that have passed will shatter like glass
And reign down an era of loneliness
I'll enter your mind in the dead of the night
Your words aren't worth their weight in shit
You're a lost memory
Nothing to me
I want these words to cut as deeply as you do.
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