The Beating Heart of The Dead
A every so slow heart beat
a stab in my soul
another breath
another hole in my life
ever chance of love
is another chance to be in pain
the ever so fresh cuts
covering my torched soul
iv seen people take there lives
and have always wondered if it was for me
speaking the words of death
as the darkness creeps closer and closer
like a slowly dieing man
my soul slowly turns to sand
I'm always looking for the light
but the light never last long
i see them
so called love
and as my eyes encounter all of this
they bleed inside
scorching my soul
i live for love
but only death lives for me
Shall i see what the future beholds me
a stab in my soul
another breath
another hole in my life
ever chance of love
is another chance to be in pain
the ever so fresh cuts
covering my torched soul
iv seen people take there lives
and have always wondered if it was for me
speaking the words of death
as the darkness creeps closer and closer
like a slowly dieing man
my soul slowly turns to sand
I'm always looking for the light
but the light never last long
i see them
so called love
and as my eyes encounter all of this
they bleed inside
scorching my soul
i live for love
but only death lives for me
Shall i see what the future beholds me
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