Stretch this pain beneath my skin a little longer
The pores are still open pertaining a wild west
Laments across my soul fighting demons alone
If it pleases you break my heart, do your best
The future perhaps unrevealed to lonely souls
vicious demeanours compelling dreams to fall
Beautiful monsters now carrying horns of power
Shattering emotions by saying no words at all
Where love remains being sought until the grave
The future remains congruent to a lonesome past
Honesty, modesty or loyalty couldn't win a heart
The passionate soul turns to rest in peace at last
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