Dark Angles That Keep Me Alive
Dark Angles That Seem To Keep Me Alive:
I searched so hard,
But all I found was my own hell.
Past wish me well,
Because I am never coming back.
I've got a sack,
Of broken memories tattooed on my heart,
And my wrist.
I've searched so hard and far,
Just to receive a kiss,
From death and dark broken angles.
Go ahead and dangle,
What will end this, you know it's what I want the most.
I've lost everything but my host.
But one more dose of poison should not hurt.
My soul fond of the dirt,
Is dying gradually as you ignore real issues.
I live in a broken home of tissues and tears.
You have caused me to form over the years.
So many like me, can't you see?
You let us be,
Let us be the blindest of them all.
As we fall,
We'll remember you.
And what you put us through
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