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Simple Corpse Drawn Carriage

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Though my skin seems cold and dead

The pain I feel drowns out the world I plan to live in ahead.

You may think that my heart does not beat.

But I hurt, I love, I cry in private rooms that no one may see my tears revealed.

Though my face has no expression.

Remembering the days where I could frown, and cry, what happened?

What is this I think of…my final stage?

Is it my death is it my life?

Could it be the future to be?

Now I walk alone.

Not able to hear your voice, to not be able to make a choice, to never rejoice again

Thoughts fill my head

Relinquishing a certain tone of dread.

Though my skin seems cold and dead.

I'll hit the pillow on my bed alone without you and see this is the final chapter that you've read.

Come with me into this lonesome carriage to the place I've been waiting to take you for too long.

So now I can finally sing you this heart-felt song.

 

I don’t know how but you make me feel like I belong.

I'm sorry if I can't quit staring it's just you...your beauty, your grace, your ability to make me smile no matter how I'm displaced.

I’m encased not disgraced because of how we have interlaced.

Making me feel complete

Making me feel whole

Because of you now I won’t taste the way of defeat

Now finally I’ve met my goal

Don’t ever leave because without you I can’t complete my salvation

If you do I’ll need an explanation

For the innovation has become an inspiration, don’t destroy our new collaboration

 

No

Once again I’m unaided

Not to be serenaded, but to be jaded, invaded, degraded, and faded

The walls are down

For you was my construction

Now it’s reversed into reduction and destruction

You were always so tender

You gave me the ability to not succumb to surrender, my defender

You gave me reason to live in a splendor

I miss every bit of you love…    I miss it

I want it now especially because of all the life that it did emit

 

It’s cold

Time to unfold

Behold the inanimate way of the old

The affection, the love

 The tears, the lies

To finally sensationalize the prize that soon shall die within the blink of an eye.

Where I could stroll and show anybody a way to welcome in another word or to say back off!

 

Why must you hurt me? Why must you lie?

Now I must defy the reason to not say goodbye

 

So fly away little vulture and go devour someone else’s soul

Because now I found some new self control

   
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