The wound lies deep, like the ocean floor.
The sin is red, growing paper in death.
People have hope
Because they cannot see Death standing behind them
We reach out with our hands
Brush away the clouds and pierce the sky
To grab the moon and Mars
But we still cant reach the truth
Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached
So that I do not have to see that star
So that I do not slit this throat
We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful
Because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge,
Unable to step out into the sky
Like that fearless flower
Tell me you hate me more than anything in the world
It is still to early to beleive
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