That Night Iv:From Angst To Missing Desires
For my fears are distrought to wits ends of sanity
It won't be long until I break to die
Blood, scars, and scabs made me sweat with disease
Amental plague she became to destroy
What I considered life and love
With Death's hand at my throat,
To avoid killing her, pleaseurable revenge,
I fell for another's kiss
Exhausting my hate to mear extinction
The next-to-last wish made its way to the top
My anxiety grew as the tension built
Because her first look hatched chills
But it won't be long before missing her becomes a habit
And this story becomes a legend
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