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Your sins reflect in a broken mirror,
A shattered soul that cannot be mended.
Your apocalypse smiles down on you,
Clouds of despair replacing skies once blue.
You have your secrets, your whispered lies,
I have pleasure in your tortured cries.
My broken heart will be your downfall,
The healing begins when your life ends.
So enjoy the stars tonight while you can,
For your eyes shall never see the sunrise.
A nightmare that takes physical form,
Becomes your personal tragedy.

-Chorus-
So close your eyes, remember the times,
When we were full of hidden lies.
An exposed truth, led to your exposed heart
I can stop my pain but I cant stop your bleeding.
Your intentions hidden from the start,
This pain is tearing me apart.

Don't look in my eyes while I commit these crimes,
If your searching for remorse it left me here alone with you.
Realize what you've done has brought us to this final stand,
Alone I'll leave with your blood on my hands.
Your apologies only piss me off more,
I want your painful screams to settle the score.
Your tears reflect my laughing face,
This knife reflects the damaged you've caused.
So with one final drag of the blade my pain ends,
And your endless vacation in hell begins.

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©29 July 2010 - 7:35pm — nkorinko
24 October 2010 - 5:15pm — MargoT
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such a simple line, but so much powerful emtions in it, so much.

And your endless vacation in hell begins.

such a simple line, but so much powerful emtions in it, so much....i won`t ask who it was written for?

i have an idea, saying that i might be completly wrong.

Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

24 October 2010 - 5:20pm — nkorinko
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Wasnt exactly written for a

Wasnt exactly written for a specific person, but I guess was influenced by someone. I wrote for my buddys band right after a bad break up. So wasnt meant to be directed towards her, but the way I felt after the split was surely a inspiring factor for this.

The only problem with the story carved on your chest, is its hard to read when your missing your ribs..