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dont cry for me
these tears are fake
nothing so impure can be so true
a shattered glimpse
a broken view
fading memories of a bloodshed you
these thoughts burn slowly in my mind
creeping up my crimson spine
the only joy i feel right now
is the joy of never knowing how
i cry over this lasting race
blood dripping down my torn up face
the nothings form a brain dead mind
creeping down my crimson spine
death follows those who wait
siting there like the reapers bait
faith is hopeless
faith is lost
the only is the impures brain
slowly surely destroying my veins
a rentless truth never known
the feelings taking overgrown
Dont cry for me
cry for your loss of innocence