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Broken Spirit
Broken veins stain the windowpane
Intolerable pain pertains to the life I disdain
Unworthy of the life i'm given, I'm not forgiven
As the blood begins to seep in I cry "I am born of sin"
My bloody hands draw death's pictograms
Life's demands stand on my foundations of sand
In death I embrace the taste of metamorphosis
Into the black I finally fall
You have finally taken it all
Intolerable pain pertains to the life I disdain
Unworthy of the life i'm given, I'm not forgiven
As the blood begins to seep in I cry "I am born of sin"
My bloody hands draw death's pictograms
Life's demands stand on my foundations of sand
In death I embrace the taste of metamorphosis
Into the black I finally fall
You have finally taken it all
Published 7th Jul 2014
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8th Jul 2014 3:41am
It helps to a certain degree, though somethings can't be fully expressed by mere gestures or words.
