August 1, 2012
I supplicate you come with me,
to see your dear sanity.
For all that's left is what to be, my sweet insanity.

Will you believe?
Whats become of this.
I will not deceive, this oh sweet bliss.
Don't fear now or hate.
Gentle tear, oh so irate.

My soul is torn, your hearts erase. Bloody sheets worn,
no i have left no trace.
Of my sanity.

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