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From Beauty To Ashes. . . The Fall Of What Was Once Bound To Our Wrists. . . Never Let Go... (Mature Language)

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by LeviRed1

by LeviRed1

As I Feel The Knife Slip Through The Knots Of My Bones

I Can Feel Myself Slowly Drifting

Hating The Honesty You Make Me Cough Up

I Wish To Give Up On This Cruel World

And Die In Your Arms But We All Go To Hell.

You Kill Me Softly, I Die To Myself

The Seconds Melt Away

Like Grains Of Sand

Until I Find Myself In Pieces

In Your Hands

I'm Already Dead, Would You Join Me?

I Was Too Late To Ask You Already Sent Me

Lying In The Grave Side By Side

Embraced By Nothingness

You Were Always with Me..