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Woken by the empty sounds of my broken dreams where my hopes fell desolate there now stands nightmares Stepping into the further which is more than it seems There is no serenity and blood is spilled everywhere Hacking, biting and clawing at this mortal joke They think they're so clever in their silver tongue lies No blade is ever sharp enough to finish the job at my throat My broken smile no longer hides all that I despise I whisper, they scream, what a joy, such a sight to see Their mouths never close, like gaping black holes They demand, I refuse, so they break me at the seams Hollow and sorrow are all to true inside my broken dreams Back into my chambers, such a long awaited slumber I'm so dead now that I'm rotting, and I love being numb Time goes on endlessly, counting grains of sand like numbers I can't help but love the abomination that I've become
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