I'm dieing as you leave.
Maybe it's because I'm lost.
Lost, for now and ever.
But I am still here.
Screaming for redemtion.
Your footsteps sound like salvation.
But as you get closer I, notice
My salvation is truly damnation.
So my soul crys for justice.
But its never caught.
Because as my eyes closed in terror.
I know the only thing baught.
Is the monsters of my past.
Who leave paper flowers by my grave.
A never ending chain.
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