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Out in the cold
Weight to heavy to hold
The knife twisting and turning
Chill of pain slowly burning
Can't touch the flower
Consuming hands would devour
Alone in my darkest hour
Find salvation in the nothing
Emptiness inside is crushing
Hope died becoming rotten
As i fade to be forgotten
Time is ticking life running out
I have lost faith without a doubt
There is no color in this place
Lock the door and close the gates
Losing touch and losing grip
On the edge of fate i slip
Past the point of no return
Forever in darkness i burn