Death By Loving Hands
Hear in a pool of ones own blood and a tainted blade in ones heart
The world around me becomes a darken blur, but you stand their clear as the
day
Sounds of the birds and howling dogs fade to silence, but your voice I still hear
clearly
For the reaper which took life from this hand sheds no waters from their eyes
then you praying for another chance to relive life without my presence
you never …look... so...beautiful… ne…ver… look…so be...au...tiful
unt…ill…to..da…y……
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