Waste away the days of life
Drink till the puke stinks of time
That's passed by with every drop
How you lived and parted non stop

The nights are the darkest and dreams don't come
Only nightmares live inside the space
Chasing memories down a path
That leads into the deepest dark

Sweat and tears adorn your skin
Wishing how you lived no sin
But oh how fruitful your ***** became
Seed of hatred now remain

So don't fight your true path in life
You've had the fun now pay the price
Writhe in stupor hurt and pain
As the dark hand slays away

One more drink perhaps a few
Go on wasted soul you know it's you
Now slip away for no one cares
Walking down hell's blacked stairs

Banging on the door, can't take this no more, as I watch you fall to the ground.

And broken hearts no longer sing
And tears she cries no longer sting
The years fly by and the harder it seems
To get up and be everything

She holds her broken heart
Along with the smashed promise
That he would never again
Or so it seems

Laying on the floor whispers behind the door
Tell all is not what it seems
She begs

And broken hearts no longer sing
And tears she cries no longer sting
The years fly by and the harder it seems
To get up and be everything

And now the light dims
Nights closing in
And another slam awaits
In the cold night air

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He doesn't realise...
The weight of his actions and words that pummel her to the ground.
Beating her down for every time she rises up to undo his ropes with which she's bound.

He doesn't see...
Past the darkened lenses that she dons.
She wears them,
not to shield her pride that was wrongfully taken,
but to protect him from the repercussions that would come with accusatory speculations.

He doesn't know...
Of the soaked pillow that accompanied her.
The rivulets of tears...
She had quietly shed without a whimper.

He doesn't hear...
The silent altercation between the treasure that beats in her chest and the thing that thinks in her head.
The struggle that ensues when the mind tries to rescind what the heart had wholly given and carelessly said.

He doesn't care...
To think of the devastating waves that come.
Only to erode the last bastion of hope she nurtures...
This frail wall that she prays for nightly.
Just so that it would hold up through another day's endeavour.

He doesn't feel...
The need for empathy.
For he thinks that he's god with one devout follower.
He commands her loyalty with his deluded testaments
and his fists as sceptre.

She doesn't live...
To see future suns.
For her day finally set when it all came down.
The wall she had feebly held together with her life...
Easily gave way when he came at her armed with a knife.

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