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superstition

oh, desolate
this is what happens when you isolate

oh, dismal and grim
this is what happens when you push away all who ever cared, which wasn't many

oh, you lay waste to everything you've known
this is what happens when you stay in your bleak plane of solitude

oh, you tenebrific boy
this is what happens when you ruin everything you touch, you are a bad omen boy

desolate desolate desolate
i'd rather be secluded
than wrapped up in your sequestered arms

perhaps you are just too
heinous, too credulous

or quite possibly
too admirable of yourself, too cynical of others hence myself

stay desolate
stay miserable

hopefully misery keeps you
better company
than i ever did

if there is one thing you
keep in mind from me
it should be this
stop blaming everyone
for the damage you've
done to yourself