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Demons will fall, angels will rise.

Out for all, our own demise.



The tears we cry, the blood we shed.

The lies we speak, all we've said.



The world is dead, remains decay.

Nothing's left, no dawn to obey.



Prayers sent to Heaven, distant dreams.

Black is white, not what it seems.



From start to finish, happiness to distress.

Hours tick past, times we don't posses.



I owe my life, forever in debt.

Live your life, make a bet.



A need to die, necessities bare.

A choice to make, to die I don't dare.



Inner demons, Satan bound.

Acomatose, dreams are sound.



Beginning fresh, dawn is new.

Sugared lies, bitter truth.



Pull the trigger, set the motion.

Gaping wounds, a bloodied ocean.



Blissful ignorance, angel's wings.

Glowing light, golden rings.



The end is coming, death is near.

Pain is numbing, fate I fear.



Death has come, I'm to blame.

Time is no longer mine to claim.

I'm looking in the mirror. I think I hate myself today. I ran away from

all my problems, I turned my back on everyone. These problems will

form my future, they shaped my past, and they are my present. They

clutch my soul with ghostly fingers and keep me tightly in their grasp.

I'm lost in darkness. The tunnel is never ending. It is possible to die in

the fall. But is the fall worth it. Get off track and take a hard left to hell.

Screaming inside, torment clinging to my every being. Morbidity is the

only law to abide, so now take this razor, sign your name across my

wrists for all to know who left me like this. Time has no meaning.

Emotional wounds gape as the whole in my heart turns to solid ice.

Time has no healing powers. Nothing numbs the pain, which has gone

from a dull ache to searing agony. Finally I turn back for one last look.

The mirror is still there, taunting me, torturing me, leaving my past to

haunt me. Ghostly images of long gone memories come forth in the

mirror's glassy surface. I see pain. Suffering. Sadness. The mirror shows

illusions of what are and what could have been. Leaving me to myself,

falling deeply into thought, I reminise on the past. Again I stare into the

mirror. Knowing the past and the unchangable properties contained in

it. To my friends and my family... I'm sorry.

Amanda