Deadly secrets, of the weak
and with out the luck
all of these, we can not speak
a lingering cloud, made of fear
has done nothing,
except settle here
a dying heart, in my hand
held so close, afraid to fly
off again to a distant land
a shattered soul, of deadly dreams
a ghastly mistake came to collect
it shows you death unwanted schemes
a beating heart, like a drum
facing the whispers, is all you hear
and of the dead, one should speak
like a knife, straight to the ear
a shriek of terror, can’t escape
only luck would have it
the bleeding lips of fate
a crying soul calls to me,
oh dear god
I beg for you to set me free
A break of sound travels through,
Unaware he’s after you
A friendly face, now scratched and wore
A bloody mess, yet
He still wants more
Of these secrets, I won’t dare
To move a muscle
Or beg you to fuckin care
To fall apart, i'm so near
A scream of sorrow, escapes the night
Of this hell, they’re all I hear
He calls to me, and I must go
A tear has fallen
I’m scared to death, even though
I sit here, and
Wait again
As I sit and die within
 
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