It is in the break of dawn
Where I find the most peace
I sit in loneliness
And I truly find myself
As I use pain as my guide
I must not go wrong
Truth is in the simple lies that he speaks
His skin red, fangs bared
Maybe death isn’t as scary as we speak
When you can’t bare the burden of false ridden dreams
Maybe you can find your place in eternal sleep

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