"in the first light of the rising sun, the stars will dance forever. " - were we made like this by some raging fool? to bite the only hand who'd feed? to try and love will only serve to tear us apart.
"in the first light of the rising sun, the stars will dance forever.        "       - were we made like this by some raging fool? to bite the only hand who'd feed? to try and love will only serve to tear us apart.  fatal love stories
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aburningdeceit
aburningdeceit it's a beautiful nightmare.
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you can't see me across this great divide. there is no music behind your eyes, only dead silence as you twist the knife you plunged into my spine. your name is the chain by which im bound, callous words in empty whispers, hypnotizing me in a haze within its sound. without this tomb that we are locked within..

"in the first light of the rising sun, the stars will dance forever. " - were we made like this by some raging fool? to bite the only hand who'd feed? to try and love will only serve to tear us apart.

you can't see me across this great divide. there is no music behind your eyes, only dead silence as you twist the knife you plunged into my spine.

your name is the chain by which im bound, callous words in empty whispers, hypnotizing me in a haze within its sound. without this tomb that we are locked within..

i am always lost and i cannot be found. your love is a game i could never win.. so rip out my heart and notify my next of kin.. you're my angel, while only the devil makes us sin..

i never felt alive and we only loved each other while were spinning in his grin.

on the blank horizon, of the dead planet in my soul, black sun hanging beneath the nightmare of my blood and visions that you stole.

a thief is riding upon blight, your noxious bloom, his guiding dead light..

cutting through the motions of decay, everything new becoming old, he glides across the casyms of all the blasphemies you wrote.

etching ever deeper into the heavens that you painted, the kaliedescope of monochrome that is the grave of all my hope. you are the poison in my veins. the smell before the rain.

the sunset in my dreams, of things ive never seen. the one who i can hold, whos existence broke the mold. bringing forth the empty hallways of the house we never owned.

i am a ghost inside the memory, of the canvas you left bare. inside all the empty buildings across the skyline way out there.

the windows sparkling with your shimmer, a game unplayed that has no winner, covered in white this is the winter. i love the way you haunt me. .

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