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Author: Guardian Soul
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-07-09 - Updated: 03-07-09 - Complete - id:2644302

There’s too much blood on my hands
He’ll never forgive my crimes
I’ve got a record and a secret vendetta
And you’ve got ten seconds to run

Red roses turn black
And day turns to night
An eclipse of the moon
An eclipse of your heart

A knife in my hand
A bleed in your heart
Darkness in my veins
Controlling everything
Taking over me

I tried to hold back
But it’s stronger, you see
And now heaven’s gates will never open for me

Fly with your angels and never look back
Don’t think of me or what I’ve come to be
You deserve peace, and that’s what you’ll get
Your tired soul with finally get its rest
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine
Waiting in purgatory until the end of time



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