raised up my child
i drank tears stream down my face
caught in the fall ,
curtain call tear us apart
to thankless world of men
who have perfected nothing
starring outside my window to see
what other worlds are out there for me
the sun is slowly growing dim
the cold clinging to my skin
as you're planning out your escape
send me way to darkened space
set me free from this awful place
leave me alone for now the skies above
are where i shall come home.
*Hardcore/ screamo
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