The shining star of Gabriel's fallen dreams, when one falls away, another one redeems, but these are words not from my own lips, but by those who's justice's scale tips, I've created my own prison deep inside of me, the hangman is coming to take me to the gallows tree, silenced screams escape my lips as I cry, Dear God have mercy on my soul, I don't want to die with the silken bag adorning my lowered head, I march to the drummer of the long since dead, underneath the sky of thundering crashes and lightning, only the sound of my sinister laughter is what is frightening, were my crimes as bad as the ones he did last night, murdered the mother of your baby before the morning's first light, you say I am no better than you when you killed your own, tourniquet of failure has attached itself to your thoughts of the known, but lurking in the shadows, my friend, is the key to my pain, letting out a sigh as the freezing needles fall from the sky as rain, slip the noose around my neck, as you do around yours as well, when I fall, you shall fall as well and experience my personal hell, in your heart you know what is right and that this is wrong, but nothing is stopping your from pulling that lever and sing your praising song, your eyes tell all though your pale lips speak nothing at all, with my last breath you shall see your own fatal mistakes and fall, blackness overtakes my vision as the night engulfs the morning's break, this synthetic reality I am leaving behind to live in a world of everything fake, one day you shall see yourself in my position and wonder why, why you're the one who is alone and why your the one who will cry, for I've made my peace with myself and found out the what is true, and as I see it now, that person will never truly be you...Birth sign: Aries
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