I'm lifted up into the blackened dust
claiming my life, once built upon distrust
Enflamed with this furious faded disgust
raining down tears made of mindless rust
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Pull this bitter bullet from out of my vein
This wasp sting bites the blade inside my brain
Slicing my impatience into pieces of the profane
Pushing my cravings away as I try to kill my pain
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Bleeding roses bloom within the severed glass
Decayed feelings arise, in a hurried mass
Before, I was a dormant volcano; come to pass
The Annihilation of my Soul is fulfilled, at last
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