A Thousand Times by Orpheus
You've seen my smile a thousand times,
And seen the wounds from which i've bled,
This empty shell gets left behind,
It's time to sever ancient times,
It speaks to me like words from a book,
A tale for which I died,
Don't look to me for sympathy,
You've shamed the words on which I thrive.
Take note of me, as your dreams turn to despair,
Find your solace in a place, devoid of all my thoughts,
To the reaper I am slain,
These razors tear within,
I'll life a life of sin, to rid myself of this
disgrace,
My demons come to fall.
Winning the battle, I leave behind,
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