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black

Of this world we are the fallen

We live inside the black

Silver chains and scars defined

Bloodied wings betray our suffering

We live in the black

Wrapped in a cold cacoon

Safe from friends

Safe from life

And safe from each other

We live alone

We walk alone

It's for the best

Isn't it?

It's all going down the drain

My hopes and dreams

My problems

EVERYTHING!

But when my blood washes away

It all comes rushing back

My dreams will stay lost

A long journey down a dark tunnel

A forever fall

Death

Its something to enjoy

Its warmth and comfort

Its a lovers embrace

Its cold steel on flesh

Its blood running down my face

Its a cold deliverance

Its Filled with love

Its a price to pay

Its sadness incarnate

Its my friend

Its death

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