What After the rain falls down ?

When everyone leaves your town ?

What After all lights burned out?

When you can't stand loud

What After you dreams come true ?

When no one is in your crew .

What after ........

When no one's there to call

Waiting loan at hall .

What After you reach the edge ?

Now no one is in your maze .

Its end to your fame,

Now there's no one who knows your name

No one is with you

Cause you leave everyone who's true.

You spend your life in lies

For sake of your coat and ties

You can't return to the them

Nor to your memory's frame

So , what After..........?

I stab and cut my flesh and there is no pain.

the warmth of blood is all my skin feels.

I cut myself open and expose my heart and yet I feel nothing.

the warmth of my blood is all my skin feels.

I touch my heart with my bare hands..... a throb.

warmth and a throb.

a new feeling brings joy to my face.

I carve my heart out and feel it throb till my body gives out.

no more warmth.

no more throb.

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t h e   k i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den;  
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
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