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The unspeakable truth

Started by P3nT4gR4m, June 08, 2010, 11:58:00 PM

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I was I liar before I met you
Denied all the things I'd put you through
Swallowing pills that kept me clear
gave me the courage to let you near
and so far away, at least to begin
The joker was hidden deep within
a jack in the box, that used to be mine
winding the spring up a step at a time
A sideways glance and stay out late
Suspicion aroused by tempting fate
and brick by brick, it all came apart
the walls that imprisoned a twisted heart
forsaking the pills that kept it at bay
the voices were calling "Come out and play!"

The look on it's face, I'll never forget
the smell of it's body, ruined and wet
the point where the teardrops ran into the blood
the place where I left it to sink in the mud
A statue of beauty, porcelain skin
free from the curse of the spirit within
I'd been a liar but this was the truth
I captured the transient flash of youth
snuffed out the candle before it grew dim
innocence spared from the glamour of sin
And so in the shadows I bid her farewell
and left my creation, the hollowest shell
The memory pristine, a love that was true
I was I liar before I met you

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