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Hands clutching the locket

Shaking at the mention of you

Your still alive

But how dead you’ve become in my eyes



Everything I’ve ever done

Was never enough, I was never enough

I’m just like the unwanted scribble of a pen

You cant erase me, but you can cover me up



Drive the nail in my hands

Don’t stop there

Next the feet, pain unbearable

What a fucked up crucifixion

Do I still look kissable



I’m screaming inside

Reaching in and reaching out

Body wanting to tear the skin

You never nailed me to the cross

I died within

I crucified myself,



The day I realized I’ve never been me

I’m a fake portrait

Whose colours are fading, in black and white

So someone hand me another nail

It’s the day to crucify

Watch the blood drip stale

Its time for a nine inch beautify

Selfish sacrifice for a wasted life