Faith

by Nomad   Jan 26, 2006


Lost in all the waste, you ask me for this faith.
Putrefying bloodless bodies hidden in your room, they where you so called valentines.
I took you to heart, we just fell apart.

Lucifer chuckles over this grave, where you lay my spirit to rest.
Ask not for your Romeo, as you are not Juliet.
Fake smiles make homes on your face, to fool them not to leave this place.

Slit open my soul and devourer it whole.
Like a disease to the core, you slowly take me away.
Just as you shown, you left me alone.

Love is no more genuine than your essence, which you lack of.
No more constancy in this declaration, as it is now just a word.
When you lay me down at night you said, Sleep tight ,I love you
And now I going to kill you

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