So here I find myself lost in time.
Drowning in thoughts that were carved into the shallows of my mind.
Slowly i drift alone.
Fighting off the ghosts of my past yet never succeding.
I left myself here to die so why do i still struggle?
There is no prize to gain if i win but everything to lose.
This emptiness i feel can never be replaced for it is to big of a void to fill.
And here i lay tangled in the shadows that left forbiding scars.
Their mark of Death
Upon this retched soul
Bleeding my way to immortality & to another life of hopelessness
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Writings Of The Gallows
PhantomOfHeart
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Love Hit Me Like A Bullet Went Through Me Like A Knife.