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I lay dead till the dawn of tommarrow
And awake in pain the next life I dream
I rest my head filled with sorrow
And shatter each vein with the blade I heat

What is this feeling of despair that has me torn?
An appealing depression that floods my mind
Grown from an infatuation I dearly morn
Is the occupation that brings me life

My self-reliance has come to an end
The dark conscience takes control
I am never to trust myself ever again
And the illusion I lust begins to unfold

For every moment this heart doesn't beat
Lies another part of a missing peice
How do you find what you can't see?
Simple enough I feel the feeling I need

I struggle to surpass the thought of suicide
It's been there through the past and nearly my whole life
Sick and unwell I slice in the blink of an eye
Farewell, Good-Bye........