The fog is like a locked door Without any key. The candle is at the end With little wick to burn There is no longer a light at the end of the tunnel Just a moving train, hurtling at full speed. The night is never ending Longer with each passing hour And the cold, it lingers Like a never ending winter. My mind, soul and body has succumbed To the dark thoughts it held dear long ago
My palms are cold and ****** Your name stains my tongue I prefer sleeping with my eyes open Bloodshot eyes and boiling skin I can’t believe they let you out Randy, Was it worth the laugh Does my blood still stain your hands Do you close your eyes and remember me I want you to feel the pain you drove into my veins The smile you craved into my brain stains my teeth My smile likes yours I no longer know myself My childhood smells of tears and blood But all you cared about was a rub and some *** Using a woman as your toys, you see them as objects You see me as an object no longer will I be yours Randy, was it worth the laugh you had that night Before the cops came and shocked your night Shocked your life and made your night a living hell. My brain still screams in agony at the sight of your name.
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