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theres a sign on my door that only i can see

welcome to Eveavera it reads

i open my door and take a deep breath

because here i cannot bleed

the music i play here is heard through the whole kingdom

and it is loved, not dreaded to be heard

the animals love it when there queen is here

there is always sun and life never dies

there is not a place where a limp body lies

here there is no alcohol

there is no violence leading to a broken prison

smoking doesnt exist to give u worry

and u cant hear screams

here i can live my dreams

and theyre not rejected

here i am not rejected

i am so at peace because i can be me

i shouldnt have to only be myself on Halloween

i hide myself with a mask of skin

with scars on it

water from my shower washes my blood down the drain

as my razor grades my skin

i open my skin like unzipping a zipper

tears come out my eyes but i dont not whimper

i erase the pain from life like this

because i know no one cares

i see everyone but they do not see me

i take a shower to clean my skin but i cannot cleanse my soul

the loneliness of abandonment made it too cold

i waslk between the trees alone

the crows are singing perched on tombstones

the wind is blowing my hair out of my dead face

my eyes are set on my victim

and im home