I had a dream I could not die I had a disease That kept me still at this age Everyone I ever knew has died The mirror shoots back eyes That are without time There was one thing i ever wanted So I've met the queen of hearts She is an angel She cries Using a 357 magnum on herself And she only tried To help And now her blood is no longer red its stiff and dry In my own head I space I barricade sound Numb as ever I lay down Never removing myself from the ground I continue to stare into her unmoving eyes Unmoving mine In grips with the loss Ill never be foundBirth sign: Aries
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