Black Hole
I'll burn and scorch your selfish pride
I'll show you how everything has died
And when you finally see my way
Even that I'll dare to take away
Your shell I will shorn and skin
'Til you are torn and worn within
I'll twist and pick inside your brain
You'll scream and plead 'til your insane
Anchors in agony are my gifts to you
Chained to my misery your turning blue
No pleasure for you, nor any for me
This is just the way that things will be
My life a blade not just a mere shard
And when it's used up, you I will discard
No pleasure for you for none are free
This is the way we all choose to be
...who will you be dreaming of?
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