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Take these scissors to my scribbled star!

Fault at my hand of blood,
Your destination is suffocation.
Doused fire on a plane of leaves,
Your elastic mold slowly stretches open.

Romance or damnation?
There lies an unknown soldier
Withering and decayed.
Judgment, join hands
And meet the same fate.
The last left is judgment!

The final straw is drawn,
Your weight still on my shoulders
As I fall with tragic knees
Breaking free.

My name carved in wood!

Suffer of blue regard
On midnight sky,
Of my eclipse,
Blackened rite.

In my eyes,
These words do speak
That I've been living a lie.
Cross my arms
And bow my head
Wearing this heart of lead.
Deception, out of mind;
It's a trust I fail
To apprehend!

I'm trying to find the way
For this is reality.
Time is not an enemy
Though I fail to see
The night is still young
With stars in the sky.
The fire is still inside.

It still burns inside...