Azazel

Habitual Murderer

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I will die for you
For this life
I cried your name
I feel no more
Cut into you
This world's
Death before
For your life
Ripped into you
A thousand lives
For this breath
For this death
I cried your name
A thousand times before
Without a life found
For you i fall a million more
Lies, fed to me, through a blow
Hunting the spectacle
Of our tears
I hide away
From a bruised hand
When will my day come?
Not of glory
But of death
In the end
In the end