I Thought I was his Favorite

So many burdens that caress my soul

I broke down for you and still you showed no interest

Without fear I expose my emotion

A razor in my hand

Death shall always fly on swift wings

As that it always escapes my grasp

But I thought that this time

He would allow it

A temporary coma of deaths favorite daughter

As the world looks forth

The outside is whole

While the inside lay shattered

In broken pieces

Memories of my past

Each horror

Reflected within

She screams out in agony

With the mistake of cutting to deep

But still

He rejects me

Let me in

It's time to hear

The music

Of

Hell

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*shruggs*

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