Im so conflicted of what to do or say,
Thinking our love would grow and not fade,
So lost in your sleep I deal with my heartache,
With your light gone only my darkness remains,
Become the master of these strings of power,
As my skin becomes wood as my insides been devoured,
I now hand you my heart made of clay,
That you can shape to your desired way,
Breathing becomes easier as my air is taken,
Waking up trembling and my hands shaking,
Thinking it was over but it was far from done,
I'm a weak hallowed soul becoming fully numb,
With my will gone and strength is consumed,
Everything's too heavy for me i can't move,
What do I do now hearing only my echoe speaking?
I tug on my strings to waken her from sleeping,
Realizing I'm alone when she doesn't wake up,
As my thousand tears turns into lines of blood,
So attached to you I fear to live as I would to die,
Realizing that you've become my own very suicide
©deathbear
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