The demons in my weary mind
Invade the very depth
And no one seems to understand
My reasons to want death,
The solace of the darkest hours
The solace of the darkest hours
When in my chamber light
Bleed beauty in my cold, cold heart
And leave me paling ripe
I crave the words to spill upon
The page with all despair
From dusk to dawn as I lose sleep
Within this darkened lair
I think so much about the touch
Of pain and in my tears
I die by how my soul exists
So ghostly in nightmares
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