A meadow covered in a blanket of glistening snow,
Underneath the pale midnight moon
The night goes on,
And I slowly fade away
These lungs are void of air,
From screaming your name
But tonight the crows will take my place,
For you have left me breathless once again
Deep blue eyes coated with a film of deceit,
Simple white lies turned into the blackest of plagues
Even medicine can slip behind that melancholy smile,
For your finally getting a dose of reality
Sweet words creep off your lips,
But the truth of them is bitter
There is no cure for a liar,
But doctor death may save you soon.
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