For the second time,
The key's to unwind;
Not what we've found,
But the human mind.

For the third time,
It's time to confide;
In the choices we've made,
And the weakness inside.

For the fourth time,
The song is what's mine;
An embrace showing nothing,
To insure what is fine.

For the fifth time,
The silence will die;
The screams from within,
An angelicus cry.

The emblem will shine,
What's yours will be mine,
To that, we will never know;

The fraction of the cost,
Is an action that we've lost,
To get enclosed in the eyes of a beau.

For the sixth time,
My heart is to unwind;
In a world of no other,
And one of a kind.

For the seventh time,
I am within bind;
A satire memory,
In a selfish mind.

For the eighth time,
I'm without your wine;
And fuck your forgiveness,
You were never mine.

For the ninth time,
Believe it, I've tried;
Runaway from all of this,
Until the feeling's died.

I'm a doll of a different disorder,
No man in the world could afford her,
This town has sunk in deep depression;

No love and sickness forgiven,
And the light of The Womb is hidden,
No lifeless drug to feed my obsession.

For the tenth time,
Please step aside;
These words die unspoken,
My heart won't abide.

For the eleventh time,
With blood I will write;
This paper's drenched dry,
The picture's bled bright.

For the twelveth time,
I'm tired of trying;
Never embrace your dark side,
Though your heart may be lying.

For the thirteenth time,
No other's could rhyme;
As beautiful as jade,
With your topaz lime.

In this tale, a lover's poltergeist,
A failure to erupt, you'll never think twice,
This end is our starting point;

The black vows are said through her vail,
Weatherman said love comes with hail,
This world's disapproval with none to anoint.

For the fourteenth time,
A new muse is in sight;
My love arises falsely,
My imaginary knight.

For the fifteenth time,
What's behind the eye;
Is the best of souls,
And an artist of spry.

For the sixteenth time,
The key's to unwind;
This miracle's on fire,
Yet, no strength to find.

For the seventeenth time,
My thoughts cease to alight;
And to figure out what's missing,
Will weaken the strongest sprite.

My love awaits, sweet renegades,
The time can freeze, dear serenades,
Our words and thoughts: articulary;

Don't forget the year we've spent,
Tag alongs where misery went,
Housing them in your mortuary.

And for the first time,
I gave up what's mine;
To drink the Well's forgotten,
I just know we'll be fine.

 
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