I walk down the halls
Can't believe this is real
In a twisted life
This place is my fantasy

My warped mind finds the beauty
In the rotting walls
And all the broken teens
This world is ill
It's my paradise

I love the honesty in your tears
The marks of pain
Rolling down your face

I thrive on the glamour of your wrist
Scarred and bleeding
It's just so sick

I drink this world as white wine
Beautiful morbid
It truely is surreal
 
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