I know what I like and I know what I'm into
I know what I wrote I know what I sent you
I felt what I said and I spoke what I meant to
If you betray me I will go against you
Said something of me that's not even true
That's not what a friend do
Enough of the threats
Not ready for death
I live for my freedom
Don't make me end you
Equipped with the sword Ready for war
With whoever might want to avenge you
My goal is just peace
My soul is elite
My heart
Forever it bleeds
Thorns from the roses they cover the sheet
Meditate in a casket
To see what it means
My mind is intricate
I'm infinite
Thoughts are to deep
Quantum and sensative
Feeling Extreme
Tears piercing my face
Fade into streams
Do I ever feel safe
Escpae in my dreams
Night mares to night terrors
Purgatory screams
A beautiful voice full of pain when I sing
I feel detached
Strange and aware of these things
I am Magickal
Pacts with Interdimensional Beings
Abandoned graveyards
Ghost on a swing
Shivers through my spine
Whispers from the Trees
I get chills from the thoughts that I think
Blood just cloggs up the sink
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
I know what I like and I know what I'm into
I know what I wrote I know what I sent you
I felt what I said and I spoke what I meant to
If you betray me I will go against you
Said something of me that's not even true
That's not what a friend do
Enough of the threats
Not ready for death
I live for my freedom
Don't make me end you
Equipped with the sword Ready for war
With whoever might want to avenge you
My goal is just peace
My soul is elite
My heart
Forever it bleeds
Thorns from the roses they cover the sheet
Meditate in a casket
To see what it means
My mind is intricate
I'm infinite
Thoughts are to deep
Quantum and sensative
Feeling Extreme
Tears piercing my face
Fade into streams
Do I ever feel safe
Escpae in my dreams
Night mares to night terrors
Purgatory screams
A beautiful voice full of pain when I sing
I feel detached
Strange and aware of these things
I am Magickal
Pacts with Interdimensional Beings
Abandoned graveyards
Ghost on a swing
Shivers through my spine
Whispers from the Trees
I get chills from the thoughts that I think
Blood just cloggs up the sink
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