Left alone to face the evil hearts of those who misunderstood.
The thornes from the the rose of life has cut my flesh allowing it to flow for the first time.
Beauty drips from my heart, my soul pores everything it knows onto the floor, into the air, into your arms.
You have abandoned me, as you so often do.
My nightmares awaken me, only to find it is all true.
My reality is not what I wish to escape, it's my dreams of chaos and hate that I so dearly love, tempting me to join...
tempting me to kill.
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Death is an Option
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