Perfect Pain enters through my eyes,
as I take you in
Illuminating the blood
that's on your hands
as you turn from me,
you drop my heart
The transparent wall
that's holding me back,
is cutting my face
from violent attempts
Wondering why
I can't get through to you,
I'ts obvious to see who placed it there,
just look at the crimson
that sleeps on your hands
I sleep by your side,
and I cry as you sigh,
atop of these sheets,
dreaming so sound
Are you dreaming of me,
in this dull tattered night
One last whisper,
I breathe in your mouth,
silently screaming,
that nothing feels right,
and when you awake,
death is your sight
Gazing at the faces of the hypnotized youth,
I find that it's simple to fear death's approach,
because of the hate stricken morals they've known
to kiss them goodnight and blind fold their eyes
They'll never know the fate they'll meet,
when they walk through the city of blood splattered streets
"I see the red as my way to escape",
Cry the dying children as the silver blades scrape
Deep in the hearts of the hypnotized youth,
they're pleading for refuge,they're screaming to you
And while you choke on the words that can save them,
they spit in your face with the hate that enslaves them
tortured and beaten with weary eyes raised,
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