Sigma
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As I gaze into my reflection,
I feel cloudy and thin. I'm smiling
on the outside, but i'm dying within.
Being pushed to the End, I desire
a fragile light, the ray's of hope
never glimmer twice.
Burning I am, pain is a virtue
diamonds to dust, than it's an
issue. The flames that engulf are
unspoken to me, blinded I be by
the agony I see.
Their is no God, and their
is no Devil. All that remains is fear,
fear of the pebble. Encased in dirt,
beneath the ground where my body
lays. They shout the king is dead as
they dance into the fray.
When I dream, I see crimson, I
know my end is near, blood stained
roses in the mixture of genuine fear.
I feel cloudy and thin. I'm smiling
on the outside, but i'm dying within.
Being pushed to the End, I desire
a fragile light, the ray's of hope
never glimmer twice.
Burning I am, pain is a virtue
diamonds to dust, than it's an
issue. The flames that engulf are
unspoken to me, blinded I be by
the agony I see.
Their is no God, and their
is no Devil. All that remains is fear,
fear of the pebble. Encased in dirt,
beneath the ground where my body
lays. They shout the king is dead as
they dance into the fray.
When I dream, I see crimson, I
know my end is near, blood stained
roses in the mixture of genuine fear.
