Love in death that doesnt mix

by Pyrovengance   Jul 27, 2005


The burning, screaming pain within,
They call it love, I call it sin.
It cannot be, for it's not real,
A lie that's told, there's blood to spill.
A single tear rolls down my cheek,
No more will flow, I am not weak.
Emotions, never will they show,
Unchanging, like a steady flow.
Chain me, nail me, to the wall
You can't hurt me, I wont fall.
You rushed though the open door.
You found a happy, lifeless person lying on the floor.
What a perfect poker face, never will it move.
You never saw inside me, I have nothing more to lose.
Nobody took the time to hear my beating heart.
Don't you bother, its to late. It's never gonna start.

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