Like a secret at deaths door
Unwelcomed at it's presence
A moment alone
Like a whore after a john
Crying herself to sleep
these moments are to die for
Taken away for hell to keep
I got dead memories in my heart
Thrashed about and torn apart
Fed to the hungry demons of my soul
I am now a puppet under your control
At your return
As this world burns
Ashes fall at death door
A murder scene
The death of the whore
Unwelcomed sentence
Unjustified killing
No matter
No one will care
Death is not picky after all
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