Soreption
to dim the aching
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Destruction of my weak will*
A new autumn to die
Forget your god, my friend
No place for holyness here
It's the dance of the fireflies
Two lives intertwine
For weeks to come
And months to follow
I'll be dead and gone, down and hollow
Feeding the past
It is her, I will follow
Straight down to her grave
A gallery of the insane
It's the dance of the fireflies
Two lives intertwine
A partial collapse in denial
Raping the burden from the constant fear
Twisting, turning time to dim the aching for a while
Rip me open for one final silent tear
Destruction of my weak will
A new autumn to die
Forget your god my friend
No place for holyness here