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Wounds
Deepened from thy grief held me no tender price to pay
But cruelest glimps of darkness from the frailest lights of day
Hath thou returned my innocense my light be blessesed now!
Hath thou begrudge my modesty my temper blames me now!
Shall I be brought to my knees by boiled hunger for truth
Shall you revoke me from being yours as I revoke you
Dance in the regal base of drama for it whispers to your soul
When the curtain falls tomorrow, the end is never told
Catch the rage of happiness for it pierces you more so
Hold the grief of joy for it grips the coldest soul
Right is for the damned and the wrong is for the condemmed!
Have you ever known a sorrow so fruitiful as them
He who beckons my passion
And he who thou spoke to in haste
He who I let touch my flesh and my aroma he hath taste
I despise your truth for it wounds me so
A cold summer day turned the roses all to stone
Bitter breath of hatred maims the poisoned man
The poison wasn't held by the hatred
No it was held by the womans hand
Hath thou known the agony of the forgotten and the remembered to late
Wretched royals!
My vial meets your fate
Groom her in splendor and you spoil your life
Thou never known such beauty as the gentle touch of such silver knife
Thou shall never know
Rise the end of the day to it's entrance
As the lines of death be drawn
When yon ivory tower rises to it's glory
I shall sing my final song
When you pluck tears from my eyes they were never meant for you
Stolen by betrayal, they were meant for happiness too!
Tears of joy begone me as I doubt to be your choice
Hear the rise of the ending words, and the hollow dutiful voice
Eyes won't meet for I am blind
Oh monsieur! Lest my life be returned by a hatred towards me I say not to be so!
The curtain has risen!
The endings not known
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