The Heart Tears Apart The Mind.
I'm stuck in between this strange feeling.
I fear and love. I'm loathing my heart for ripping
and tearing away my mind,
the blood is flowing from my wounds.
Decaying hands stab and scratch
rotten with disease,
dig my grave and bury me alive,
Torturous feeling deep inside.
Come death take me in,
Scolding a hearts weakness.
screams of pain escape my mouth,
I'm loathing this heart for ripping
and tearing apart my mind.
Even now the ache remains,
playing to a never ending beat.
Come death take my hand,
dig my grave and bury me alive.
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