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I Thought I was his Favorite
So many burdens that caress my soul
I broke down for you and still you showed no interest
Without fear I expose my emotion
A razor in my hand
Death shall always fly on swift wings
As that it always escapes my grasp
But I thought that this time
He would allow it
A temporary coma of deaths favorite daughter
As the world looks forth
The outside is whole
While the inside lay shattered
In broken pieces
Memories of my past
Each horror
Reflected within
She screams out in agony
With the mistake of cutting to deep
But still
He rejects me
Let me in
It's time to hear
The music
Of
Hell
