xAmour et Mort
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- Posted: Wed, 22 Feb 2012 02:46:59 +0000
I stare at the stone that marks her grave.
Thinking back on the beautiful smiles she gave.
She was the light of my hope,
Never deserved to dangle from the rope,
That they slowly tied around her neck.
Off to the home of angels she will trek.
You made her life Hell,
So she asked herself,
"What's the difference?"
She carved her answer with a blade.
Now she doesn't have to be afraid,
You'll never see her again,
She'll never have to feel any pain.
You all stand around and point fingers,
While hers is on the trigger.
I hope you know that you're the one to blame.
I hope that you can always carry this shame.
Maybe you'll even learn and abhor her pain.
She didn't deserve to have her smile taken away,
She didn't deserve to lose her life that day.
Flowers turn to flames,
As time fades away.
Surrounded by the crimson of her essence,
It's too late for forgiveness.
She's already lost her life,
She's already following the light,
Leading her to the gates of a better place.
And there she can finally be safe.
Her hourglass ran out of sand,
You're the one with blood on your hands.
Thinking back on the beautiful smiles she gave.
She was the light of my hope,
Never deserved to dangle from the rope,
That they slowly tied around her neck.
Off to the home of angels she will trek.
You made her life Hell,
So she asked herself,
"What's the difference?"
She carved her answer with a blade.
Now she doesn't have to be afraid,
You'll never see her again,
She'll never have to feel any pain.
You all stand around and point fingers,
While hers is on the trigger.
I hope you know that you're the one to blame.
I hope that you can always carry this shame.
Maybe you'll even learn and abhor her pain.
She didn't deserve to have her smile taken away,
She didn't deserve to lose her life that day.
Flowers turn to flames,
As time fades away.
Surrounded by the crimson of her essence,
It's too late for forgiveness.
She's already lost her life,
She's already following the light,
Leading her to the gates of a better place.
And there she can finally be safe.
Her hourglass ran out of sand,
You're the one with blood on your hands.