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Your tombstone stained by the blood of a violent past
We were once gazers of pleasure and wonder
But we were born to suffer because of opposite senses
They stood against us, with a relentless razor that cuts at are fantasies
Withstanding endless remorseless days from a dark, violent world
Haunted by fear
We are love sin, basking in a meadow of sinful thoughts
Desiring within this burning enclosure
This world has turned its back on us
The horizon is setting, all that will remain is helplessness
We are lost inverse
I hold you tight, when you grieved in silence
Because of you I learned to live through these days
You are my guidance
When you left me, I was lost in rage
If I can see you again, it would ease my mind
You always believed there was a heaven to be found upon this earth
But here I stand alone
I need your love, I need your wisdom
But I can feel your spirit, so I’ll continue to fight

For us my love