suicidal tears
black blood drippin down my veins, as i portray myself with guns and roses when i alay. Im the shallow witness of broken hopes and dreams. In my mind im in solitude and evil happens when i dream. Im the crystal vengance who doesnt know fear, through lonely shallow nights my eyes have ceased to drop tears.For these suicidal tears fall over my grave, without judgement, just the darkness where i lay. How can God judge me if i see things clear? If i die a scarlet death, in my dreams i cry suicidal tears. For if i close my eyes and i see darkness, how can i pray to God to hear my nonesense?As i breathe in ashes, everything clashes and these suicidal tears keep falling among masses.
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