I lie asleep in my own world

I remain unconscious
in the dead roots of my tree,
forgotten by my present essence

I lie dormant in my own world

I remain subconscious
in the lost innocence of me,
corrupted by my current presence

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I spend
my days
in sinful errors
and my nights
in painful regret,
with an in between
of terrors at which
path I will
forget

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Your heart
is the gun

Your love
is the bullet

Your touch
is the trigger

And I continue 
to pull it

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I'm bleached of
colour and I watched it fade

I’m guilty of my
murde*r and I birthed my blade

The retribution
I face has been justly made

But my dues
in life have never been paid

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