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DeezyType

-Bloodied Hands and Dull Needles-

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I am what I am; this is what we are

I hear the voices of the night

Their whispers are eerie

They tell me of my past; of what i used to be

How I was so selfish that I

Shared only hatred and misery

 

 

Please come hold me

I need you to finally be free

I'm so lonely

You are the one and only key to my heart

 

 

Your Picture is what I hold

It makes me feel like your here

Your picture is what I loath

It makes me miss you more

Your picture is what I need

So I can feel the memories

Your picture feeds off of me

Like a parasite inside of my brain

 

 

The blind seek only light, yet I'm blinded by darkness

The deaf seek only to hear, but this silence is deafening

As I begin to test my arms, my heart rips out of my chest

I see there is no more blood, I am an empty vessel

I've shattered the lives of my own

And sent myself into Hell

 

 

Please come hold me

I need you to finally be free

I'm so lonely

You are the one and only key to my heart

 

 

Your Picture is what I hold

It makes me feel like your here

Your picture is what I loath

It makes me miss you more

Your picture is what I need

So I can feel the memories

Your picture feeds off of me

Like a parasite inside of my brain

 

 

Fire!

Its the only way to live

Burn everything that remains

So!

Let the ashes fall

Memories consumed by flame

Now that there's nothing left

I can finally be free

Hope smells of gasoline

It was either you or me

 

 

Copr. Mason DuPont

Edited by DeezyType

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