Jul 4, 2018

MADNESS

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madness devours all sense middle of night winter approaches cruel cold bites loneliness frightens then came along glimmer of light accustomed to disillusionment glimmer of light darkness devours all hope this little light seems so bright enough to illuminate my sad life accustomed to pain misery devours all of me and I'm marching toward the unknown glimmer of light your smile too the memory of the first i love you the agony of farewell my old friend metal music mood snare on my face then came along glimmer of light for the faithless enough to kneel and pray your smile removes all reason and i wanna say accustomed to pain but welcoming you sway my way enjoy your stay and when you consider leaving remember no farewell my friend accustomed to loneliness it no longer frightens me so if you wish to leave me believe me it's all the same when love is not for ever it's barely a game

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