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My angel, You stand before me with wings as black as my soul, a darkness that puts the night sky to shame. Feathers shining a heavenly white, brighter than the moon or sun can know. Empty eyes hide behind a black veil. Your heart, having been ripped out, lies dead on the floor surrounded by ugly stains of red. Streams of crimson blood and painful tears run down your cheeks and drip to the floor silently, though the sound of a murderous river reaches your ears with every drop. Your tortured soul screams for warmth and love, to never have to feel the biting pain of loneliness again. Your empty arms, laced with cuts and scars from every nightmar

I'm tired of being silent And doing what they say When I want to drop to my knees And scream the fears away Screams build in my throat Nails scratch at my skin Blade rests in my hand My mind is about to cave in Love binds me to this earth Keeps the cuts shallow and small Takes away any hope of escape And causes tears to spill over and fall Blood pours from lacerations Liquid crimson in every shade Cuts are constantly re-opened My many scars will never fade The voices yelling in my mind Drown out the whispers in my soul When I focus they fade away I can never find them where they go My eyes follow every corner Searching for shadows that a