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Paradise is now only a memory.

Happiness was a dream that I want to wake up to.

Sunshine has enveloped into darkness.

Stars have turned black.

The flowers in the spring die before the sun can reach them.

My kingdom is now filled with cancer corpses.

Your frailty was my downfall.

I don't want the air to breathe.

Let me breathe your venomous cancer.

I lie here in bed, while you lie six feet under.

Let the centipede crawl under my covers.

I'd rather die then live another day of this life.

Another day with your memory.

Whatever is written, nothing will change your vacancy.

Cruel memories drag me to slip downward.

Nightmares of my forgotten soul.

Swimming in a stream of blood.

Blood ejected from your death.

Cold this floor is.

It matches the temperature of your cheek.

A sudden force takes the scalpel away from my wrist.

One candle with a gardenia mist.

The flame blows away.

Darkness.

A seance is beginning to unravel.

Whatever I saw and felt leads me to seclusion.

Startling tears rip the veins with the scalpel.

I am slipping downward.

My tombstone should be nameless.

Rubbing the blood across my cheeks.

Wishing more blood to release from my sliced vein.

Wishing you back.

My crown of hate I give to him.

You are gone because of him.

My driven madness is up for auction.

The drums beating mean my death is due.

I need no pity.

I need him back.

Bring back the cancered corpse from the dead.

And lead me to where I belong.

I know no fear.

Bring him back.

And let me slip downward to my faults and sins.

Slipping downward to the depression that was brought

with his vacancy.

Make me frail instead of him.

Let him be the conquering hero.

And let me be the bloodsucker who shall

be slipping downward.