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once again i’ve been torn to shreds,

nothing but shards of broken glass.

i sleep but i can’t dream,

i cry but i’m not capable of shedding tears...

there’s nothing left to hope for,

and nothing left to fear,

lost so deep in misery...

that even the light seems like needles upon my skin,

splintered crystal tears fall from the sky, and tare my flesh;

i pray for someone to save me, but god forsake me long ago.

and so i sit here bleeding, wrapped within the wings of darkness,

my soul cursed...

the angels cry for me and damn me, all within one breath.

and so upon my broken soul, they’ve placed the name ‘The Angel of Death’.