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Power Of My Shame...
every bit of that
sunshine
all its rays intertwined
to create a cord thatll
hang me
the moon is a pill
of cyanide forcing
its way into my system
wanting to saturate the
drought inside me
all the hours in your day
come to me with their
unholy threats
of pseudo hopes
of shame and lame
excuses that i dread
to resurrect
to rescucitate and
alleviate myselves
demon that i bred
should i end it now
is that what youre asking
or should i kill you instead
and all that youre hoping
dont play with my mind
i hate your game
i hate my shame acting up
my person
possesing my control
you will hear me laughing
in the depths of my grave
i wont end it because of you
i will end it for someone else
and its not a matter of worth
but my ultimate move
to insult you
your power and your spells
my death will be the sweetest
