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"one last breath, this voice is dying in eternity."

A Life Of Death

Towers of darkness
Unleashed fears
The feeling of loneliness
Unshed tears
Broken promises
Sound the warning horn
A carpet of abuses
To be trampled upon
Bridges of enmity
An eternity of murder
Ever-lasting cruelty
Drawing a dagger
A blanket of hatred
Evidence of distrust
Cold-blooded distaste
Time is slipping away; fast
Ill feelings of contempt
Nothing seems to last
Plots of violation
A spell seems to be cast
Darkness in action
Disembodied images
Time constriction
Everything’s running away
A cold sensation
This is
A life of death.

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Murder without a knife

It wont hurt you to try.
But with malice inside
You're watching me cry
And making me hide.
My throat feels dry
But you're not by my side.
You're killing me; slowly
With the many times you'd lied.
You think of me lowly
As a lonely pathetic coward
Your source of glee
So you could cause hurt.
Torrents of your abuse
Plain for all to see.
There's no excuse
For what you inflicted on me.
You're addicted to my pain
Slowly eating me alive.
That fact's there; it's plain
It's murder without a knife.