As We Sing

November 17, 2009
As we sing.
She has no soul.
As we sing.
Shes lost control.

Her heart, engulfed in pain.
Her passion, a buring flame.
Lost in eternitys bliss.
She remebers the last kiss.

She wonders where she went wrong?
She was so strong.
Tears run down her face.
She wonders to a far off place.

Her head aches.
Her heart breaks.
Memories flood.
Of fallen blood.

One cut.
Is all she needs.
One cut.
Nothing to do but bleed.

As we sing.
She had no soul.
As we sing.
She lost control.





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