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Death Bed Confession
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Lost Treasures Death Bed Confession “Lost Treasure's Collection”
The Whore in your head
is your god in bed
your puppet without a clue
loving the misery you put me through
my body set for rigor mortis
I don't need any of this
begging on my knees
ignoring my pleas
My heart was your advocate
I tried so hard to quit
every poem I write
holds a key to part of my life
I spent my life chasing an impossible dream
holding onto a memory long gone
starting to feel as though I don't belong
wilting away like a rose
starting to decay and grow so old
I was blind to see, the pain and misery
I was the whore in your head
remembering I once wished I was dead
I was a cutter, because of her
I once cried, because she lied
Death is the only way out
it's what life is all about
With all that I have left
I take my final breath
thoughts of you become so real
whisper those words one last time
Tomorrow looks dark and gray
another hopeless day
where nothing seems to go right
I know this, because I survived the night
Inside I was torn
once wished I was never born
Tomorrow will be different
Tomorrow my thought will be innocent
My nightmares still there
as I continue to wander and stare
clinging to a life I so desperately want
Spiders in her hair, making a perfect pair
Crucifix in her eye, matching her dreadful lie
A twisted Angel without a clue
close your eyes, I'll save you
like a beautiful flower
and taste just as sour
ready to bloom, death will come soon
maggots feasting on her flesh
living her life, she failed the test
Now my Angel is beautiful
corrupt and damned is now her soul
I'm a Fallen Angel, a black saint
holding to an ideal, a dream I'll taint
No more light in this day, Nothing left to say
holding on for all I'm worth, to a life thats just a curse
Love is a disease, suffocating by the fact
it's a feeling I'll never have
