OctoberSweet's blog: "BitterSweet Nothings"

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