The air grows thick and rancid
Its getting hard to breathe
I feel deaths hands clase on my throat
And bring me to my knees
The clock strikes twelve midnight
The pendulemn smashes through
Glass shatters on the floor beneith
the being that was you
I get what I deserve
For doing what I did
How does it feel
To be from me hid?
Now it desends upon
My broken crippled frame
Is this the curse you set upon
My saddened dishearted shame?
I lie by your side
Can you hear me, darling one?
Do you know that Ill still love you
Even long after Im gone
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I was Totaly here and depressed
Random things that have no point
My outlook depends on my mood that day
What ever I ******** feel like
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