In A Darker Sense
By: OctoberSweet
I have seen the writing on the wall
An omen cast out in characters of red
I have seen the writing on the wall
A prophecy that I will soon be dead
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I have heard the whispers in the dark
Venomous tongues poisoning pretty words
I have heard the whispers in the dark
Condemning what is left to the wings of black birds
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I have felt the cold grip of despair in my heart
Lacerations to the flesh of my broken soul
I have felt the cold grip of despair in my heart
It takes from me what cannot ever be made whole
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I have smelt the stench of death on the air
I fade in to the emptiness of no return
I have smelt the stench of death on the air
No one to turn to as I begin to burn
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I have tasted the bitterness of iron
It pours out of me as I start to drown
I have tasted the bitterness of iron
There is no salvation as it pours from my crown
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I have seen the writing on the wall
An omen cast out in characters of red
I have seen the writing on the wall
A prophecy that I will soon be dead
Writen while listening to "If I Had A Heart" By Fever Ray