try to spark a fire through my darkest cloudy days
but i have burned right through myself
and only ash remains

knees are quaking; shaking now and i am not the same
things should have gone so differently
but i’m the one to blame

trembling blade cuts deep into my flesh and crimson slime
if i keep digging deeper then
i’ll be with you in time

the hole is growing wider now to finally suck me in
i learned to love the dying light
my love is not a sin

scream into me the hatred for everything i am
through tragedy i have been made
the lion not the lamb

misery epiphany has no triumph to lend
so i will suffer silently
and wait to meet the end

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