The same old pain, the same old pain.. The needle in my skin, the razor in my hand.. The blood begins to run as my head begins to spin..
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Sweet Death
Come sweet death and merry me to the grave Let no light shine from my eyes and my flesh rot away Let the stones and dirt embrace me in a deep earthen blanket and my young hair turn grey Come loving death and escort me to the grave Weather it be to lakes of fire… Continue reading Sweet Death