Who's Dead

Who's Dead

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Mystery
The morning is pale and the past shall die You will embrace loneliness once more Open your eyelids that cover up the night You must not fear the ill-boding shadows Like a doll born out of a gloomy casket Your body is red and frozen and your heart is soothed and raised by the dark Can you see me? With how cold our joined hands feel I'm digging my bloody nails into you So frown upon me Let's destroy our conclusion filled with mysteries that continues ahead Rather than dying all empty with my wings and legs ripped off There is another me who loves someone so much that it hurts Well, which one of us is a figment of imagination? What is more horrifying than a splitting scream is the whispering amongst people Nothing but the power of evil words manipulates hearts and spreads I want to touch you Even if everyone else disappears Will I fall for your lie? Don't smile so beautifully Let's exchange the hope that will be created someday as if falling in love Even if it's smeared in blood and tears What is waiting isn't despair There is another you and even if I hurt you so much that I kill someone Hey, what in the world is 'sin?' Ah, we are here The truth is, we want to live so much that it hurts But you already long since know the answer, right?
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.

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