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Life was new back when I was young,
there was no meaning behind the words from my tounge, nowadays those same words are caught in my lungs, to stop me from creating regrets from where sorrow is sprung innocence had a purpose, to keep my mind from becoming morose, to keep my soul from becoming perverse, and to try to keep my naivity from the hearse, every thing affects me now, and everything that I sense is foul, guilt's blood stains my hands, and the guilt lies under the earth, next to hope, guilt's blood is on my hands now, guilt lies in my heart, I killed my purity by letting love and life fly, and now I desecrate its memory by being alone, those I love have left me, ashes have been swept away, where there were memories now there are tombs, and I have somehow found away to fulfill every damnable doom, and I am armored against my sorrow by guilt's blood, for it is my shield, guilt does not let me feel the sadness, guilt does not let me feel the cold, guilt only allows me to see what is left of me get blown away with the passage of time and watch all I love slip through my blood-stained hands. |
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