Sitting in the darkness,
I listen as a nightingale sings,
Forgotten in my madness,
By people I once knew.
Replaced thoughts bother e,
And unwanted tears bitter me.
The silver rose once given to me,
Lies now on the floor torn and burnt.
My love, it has been betrayed,
By a man I truly hate now,
Along with the satanic daemon I put up with..
Live with yourself,
I shout.
And jump into the river of forgivness.















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-If Water Was Vodka-
-And I Was A Duck-
-I'd Swim To The Bottom-
-And Never Come Up-
-But Waters Not Vodka-
-And Im Not A Duck-
-So Pass Me The Bottle-
-And Shut The Fuck Up-
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