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Black it out like the grey dying pictures on your wall,

And scream into eternity,

Or just don't scream at all,

Because the pain you've inflicted,

Are just temporary wounds,

Which will be healed by our great watcher Time,

And although I may bleed for the moment,

You will scar,

And you won't feel me near you again,

You'll feel cold vaccuums of wishes,

Wishes that porcelain angels would swoop back down,

And save you from your Damned self,

With their black wings and smiling arms,

But they never will,

Because you can't,

Love.