Pressure mounts within my skull
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I look up and see the skies are so dull
My spirits withers and turns to dust
I don't need to do this but I must, I must.
My soul is screaming and demands release
Until I see your eyes all else does cease.
Where are you, my wandering love.
Angels search from far above.
You heart is cold as are your lips
Evil in from your finger tips
There is no hope as I now see
the future that awaits is only for me
Forgive me now for what I do
For my heart must mend from mm from you.