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Description
The devil of reality
Has dealt his mortal blow.
And now I hang from but a thread,
And see my death below.

Blind to all that I have done
Until this moment, I
While thinking back to horrors past
Now only wish to die.

I wish that I could tell them,
That YOU brought my demise,
But into this, I know I walked,
With wide and open eyes.

But blinded by the glamour
That you shed where e'er you tread
I did not see the trouble,
Did not know your love was dead.

My arms are getting weaker,
Like the beating in my chest
Of my broken, bleeding heart,
That lies hidden 'neath my breast.

And now as I prepare myself
To feel that final snap,
I feel a sense of joy as I
See freedom from your trap.

Description
The devil of reality
Has dealt his mortal blow.
And now I hang from but a thread,
And see my death below.

Blind to all that I have done
Until this moment, I
While thinking back to horrors past
Now only wish to die.

I wish that I could tell them,
That YOU brought my demise,
But into this, I know I walked,
With wide and open eyes.

But blinded by the glamour
That you shed where e'er you tread
I did not see the trouble,
Did not know your love was dead.

My arms are getting weaker,
Like the beating in my chest
Of my broken, bleeding heart,
That lies hidden 'neath my breast.

And now as I prepare myself
To feel that final snap,
I feel a sense of joy as I
See freedom from your trap.