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Death thrives on the outburst of pain

And he hides behind a mask of gray

He lives in the house of the dead

He weaps for those who are left

The tears he cries are of joy

For he loves to steal from me

The ones I have lost made me cry

But the one who is next in line

Has torn me down in my greatest time

Death has cursed me to live alone

To walk this earth on my own

I used to believe he was my friend

But now I think it was just pretend

For theres no heart in his chest

To feel the pain I have wept

The life of me and Death

Is a llife full of regret