Memories of what we had
fingertips upon me
erase the bad
burry it inside
until I cant cry
the graves that surround me
forgotten upon my feet
I remember them
but I need to escape
pretend they aren't there
but I see their dead eyes stare
half dead until I let them go
hear them cry to me
unable to be heard
laid meant by every second
I fallowed choose to fallow for my own sake
watch every one of them brake
the marks upon my mothers face
I'd lay to deny it make it fake
fallen by every peace
they raise their head
separated from the soul
week by all that is dead
whether to believe or let go
I would watch them bleed
in front of my eyes
I try not to cry
the deceit I would see
devil surrounded me within his arms
make me deceive into all of their charms
I can hear them whisper to me at the night
dreams I see the memories revealed of when they die
dead graves lay for me,
I see them there I need to die,
I deserve to lye there,
at there side,
I'm already dead inside
searching for the pain
hurt my self for the pleasure to erase what remains
give my self what I deserve
rain drops fallen onto the ground
I bury my self next to them
my last breath suffocation
until the dirt covers my last breath make it so
I will breathe no more

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