B=The words I write just don't make sense
A pattern struck forbidden mess
To weave these wicked webs by day
By night to know your love no less
Time it passes swift with fear
Another hour slow draw near
False reminder hope unfound
Darkened days will soon be crowned
People pass with downward eyes
Inner demons screaming lies
"Worthless scum of sick decent
Bow down to me your will is bent
Self harm and spew, you wicked whore
Look at me, your darkened lord
What seemed to you beauty find
I twist and turn, control your mind"
Standing here this twist of fate
Freedom said were chains of hate
Death, destruction, web of lies
In pretty wrapping, rainbow ties
Pretty faces tell this tale
Of broken hearts a darkened veil
Tears she cried as streaks rundown
Wear depression as a gown
But hearts of stone none can see
Everybody here is free
Despite the fact I'm not on task
Soon all you see is my mask
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