A selfless act becomes my enemy.
Why does my disposition anger thee?
I try my best but you can never see
so, now I sing myself to lonely sleep.
A sword lodged deep within my darkened heart;
I watch my soul rise into white washed dark.
And lost in memory my mind does start
to wonder how we became so apart.
I have become your bitter exile;
I have been damned to an eternal hell
by your so sacred, God-given smile.
These acidic words sting for a while,
but then it's back to that so taunting smirk.
Do thy like stomping me into the dirt?
Oh, they cause the most invisible hurt.
And behind them I shall clasp my sharp dirk.
Shall I become like them, the ones I hate?
Will they soon be tempted to raise the stakes
and watch me fall into a hopeless fate?
And THEN what path shall I solemnly take?
Bells wickedly toll their song to my mind
to tell me, to warn me, and to remind
us that all shall die and be left behind:
no souls and simply a faith that is blind.
So, now I know that which warnings to heed
in order to live, in order to bleed
the innocents whom have lived for their greed.
Life is born from death and grown from the seed
of forgotten suicides; breath that died.
Soft sighing of my bossom takes its leave
as I choose my path, my way to believe
in living while dying inside my head;
Foresaken by thy day, I'm the undead.
I see the glances and hear the remarks
and notic that these features have me marked.
Yes, it's too late ... I can never be stopped
but by fire, day, or stake through my heart.
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