The Architect

An architect of pain

Using lies to paint the walls

Taking pleasure in the method

And watching as it falls

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No heart to wear upon the sleeve

No morals and no soul

So many missing pieces 

Can never make a whole

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The blood that runs through blackened veins

Is cold and putrid green 

Reveling in the broken

Hollow, vile and obscene

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Master artist of the craft

Learned student of the dark

A smile will always grace your lips

Of life, the only spark

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What built this genius?

This demon of the heart?

It was the pain given by others

All taken from the start

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A long memory will feed

Obsessions fuelled by heartbreak

If everything's left to putrify

Then there's nothing left to take

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An architect of chaos

Uses blood to paint their walls

The donor doesn't matter

Just as long as the building falls

The End

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