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No amount of poetry could express how I feel

No rivers of blood could wash away the pain

No amount of money could buy me free

No monsoon could ever see such dark rain

There’s no name for this, not even depression

No second chances nor first impressions



Every emotion in the world is afraid

The lost souls cry for another their age

The burden souls lie, they wish this too

The simple souls sigh, they like the cage

The crisp vibrant reds and yellows of fire

Could not hide nor burn my death's desire



The gods from the heavens meet the gods in the hells

If betrayal is love then money sure sells

And if the sea were blue, then hate's in our shells

For the knife in my hand--I hope love compels



Nothing can fix the shattered glass

For humans, innocence dies too fast

Then in the dark you’ll discover

There’s no way to change the past

No wings to lift me high above

No heart to show me real love



God is alone for his friend just left

Satan’s in heaven playing with sorrow

The serpent’s fangs are ripe with blood

Neither tears nor song for tomorrow

I’ve finally painted my world red

This unicorn is no longer dead



If all of love was true and fair

Then no one would like blue eyes, blond hair

This harpy is afraid to love, to care

One bite might strip the whole world bare



It isn’t right, it isn’t wrong

But maybe it’s the only way

The only path to this creature

Who fears every new day





Sorry I couldn’t be strong