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Never to be victim again

The rain only comes when they all win

I never can keep the loves of my heart

I hate to try, but it keeps falling apart



Never will I hope for love

It flees from me as a black dove

Digging my grave I look to the sky

Cursed the starts for making me cry



Never will peace find my soul

Forever and a day I shall not be whole

The wounds gaped deep and pouring blood

Trying to heal them does no good.



Never to be victim again,

Looking up into the sky

Through the rain

From my grave . . . . . . .



They pour the mud over me.

In the dark I wait

Falling forward, diving in

The depths unknown

The bleeding heart



Invision the wound

Pour the blood into my soul

Cover me in deception

Peel off my skin of hope



No more pain

Only infectious disease

Rot the brain

Break the spine



Devouring the scent

Burnt flesh enters the room

Slithering, bleeding

Decay of the dream



. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There's No Way Out. . .

Is this love or confusion?

Or just an illusion

Of my mind

Or am I just blind

From how the world has set me free

I sometimes wonder what I could be

If I went back to the way I once was

But I will never do this because

Of a love that I found in this place

He is something my mind could never erase

I see tears come from his heart

I see that he loves but is torn apart

I have so many questions I want to say

But I realize that there is no way

To stop my always remaining fear

To lose someone that I hold so dear

So I turn to God to help me with this

But God can’t even give me a kiss

The kiss of Death would be so nice

Is this ignorance or just a vice?

I guess that I’ll go back to my illusion

I don’t care if it’s love or confusion.

What are my reason

For wanting to die?



I’ve lost what was so dear to me,

Only all at age thirteen.

My guardians from birth to present

No longer remember me.



I’ve cried myself to sleep

Through pain,

Leading to taking some rather

Dangerous drugs.

I never really wanted to complain,

But going through this

Really rips and kills.

It rips and kills my soul.



To end this aching pain,

There only one way that remains,

To die.



To die would end my torture,

Will free me from this lasting fight,

To win the victory for me now,

Or else I will never have a

Sleep-filled night.



To die . . . . . to die . . . . . forever.