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Darkness spreads upon undead eyes
During the passing of a damaged king
A fallen kiss upon newborn lips
And the beauty of the sky.

I hate the days when I see the sun
Because I hate your love and your passion
I hate every flaw, every skin deep scar,
And I can't make promises.

So dig deep with your claws and claim what isn't yours
Demeaning, ferocious, unforgivable
My love never offered a spot in my heart,
But I was foolish.

I hate every day that I spend on my knees
Because you're too quiet, too naive,
I hate everyone who comes near you, or touches you,
Because I fear you won't be there when I awake.

Please be there when I awake
I'll be painting these arms with your face.