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Sacrifice
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
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Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Innocent souls
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder
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God, you have given me this life!
But I was just your children's sacrifice!
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
-
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Innocent souls
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder
-
God, you have given me this life!
But I was just your children's sacrifice!
Literature
Reaching Out To Sanity
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
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My Darkness
My world was small.
I was alone.
No one to call my own.
My heart has been broken.
It has been destroyed.
I felt used, abused, and incomplete.
I had no one.
But in my lonely, painful world of light,
which was too bright,
A darkness fell.
It brought the light down and I liked it.
I sought out the source.
A boy lonely as me.
He felt my pain.
He told me I brought light to him.
I said he brought darkness to me.
We knew it was meant to be.
And now I sit upon a throne of light, lonely no longer.
No more pain.
I have you, my king of darkness, my love.
You make me complete.
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Wings Of Light
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
My bearer
Allow me to break away
My deliverer
Accept the toll of my undying faith
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I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of
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I didn't get to grow up like everyone else around me. There was always that one secret eating me up inside as long as I could remember. Living in that fear, it modified my view of life, and this is the outcome. I am the product of society. There is no true blame, but there is no forgetting. There is no real forgiveness, because the guilt is secret, and the secret is...it's too late.
Justice is man-made, and recovery is just an illusion to me.
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Justice is man-made, and recovery is just an illusion to me.
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