Dead Passion

Staying away from the inevitable
never works out for me
but at least then I
can have some time to breathe

Self injury seemed right
but you were quick to put me wrong
now you've moved on
you don't need me anymore

And I said
this passion is dead
The path you tread
is paved with dread
Just remember
I'm not there to hold your hand anymore

I can't wait for rebirth
I hope I am unfeeling
Because I have no comfort
where you left me

Beauty is rotting inside
Same could be said for you
I know I'm not perfect
I'm drowning in my hate

The End

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