Lying on a bed of roses,
Broken knuckles, a pleading soul,
A thorn in my side, tears in eye,
Physical pain can never amount to you.
Whispering my dreams into the night,
False hopes, a bleeding soul,
Evil cowering in fear,
never amounting to you.
The midnight sun bleeding red,
Beating hearts, a severed head,
A shattered being, cut wide open,
Only amounts to you.
 
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