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TONIGHT I WRITE
TONIGHT I WRITE TO DOCUMENT MY TORMENT
OF THE NIGHT, DAYS SPENT SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY,
NOT KNOWING IT'S DISCREETLY KILLING ME; THE ILLS OF MY
WILL THAT CAUSED BROTHERS BLOOD TO SPILL; THE PILLS I POPPED
TO CONSUMMATE MY DIVINE PLOT TO COPE MY POT OF GOLD;
TONIGHT I WRITE THE WRONGS OF MY LIFE, FOR ALL THE DAYS
I DREAMED OF ESCAPING THE KILLING FIELD, TIRED OF
DUCKING HOT STEAL; TONIGHT I WRITE THE PASSAGE
TO A BROKEN, BATTERED, HEART TORN APART BY
DECEIT AND LIES, FABRICATED ALIBIS;
TONIGHT I WRITE TO EASE MY PAIN EMBEDDED DEEP WITHIN MY VEINS,
THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS BENEATH THE SURFACE SLOWLY
AND PATIENTLY LURKING TO SEEK AND DESTROY
WHAT MY SPIRIT HAS BUILT AND MY HEART HAS QUAILED;
TONIGHT I WRITE ABOUT SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
CAUSE OF RELENTLESS SCREAMS THAT ARE CONCEALED
BY THE DARKNESS LIKE EYES MINUS VISION
THAT WITNESSED HIGH CRIMES, BUT WOULDN'T DESCRIBE THE BUSINESS....
OF THE NIGHT, DAYS SPENT SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY,
NOT KNOWING IT'S DISCREETLY KILLING ME; THE ILLS OF MY
WILL THAT CAUSED BROTHERS BLOOD TO SPILL; THE PILLS I POPPED
TO CONSUMMATE MY DIVINE PLOT TO COPE MY POT OF GOLD;
TONIGHT I WRITE THE WRONGS OF MY LIFE, FOR ALL THE DAYS
I DREAMED OF ESCAPING THE KILLING FIELD, TIRED OF
DUCKING HOT STEAL; TONIGHT I WRITE THE PASSAGE
TO A BROKEN, BATTERED, HEART TORN APART BY
DECEIT AND LIES, FABRICATED ALIBIS;
TONIGHT I WRITE TO EASE MY PAIN EMBEDDED DEEP WITHIN MY VEINS,
THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS BENEATH THE SURFACE SLOWLY
AND PATIENTLY LURKING TO SEEK AND DESTROY
WHAT MY SPIRIT HAS BUILT AND MY HEART HAS QUAILED;
TONIGHT I WRITE ABOUT SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
CAUSE OF RELENTLESS SCREAMS THAT ARE CONCEALED
BY THE DARKNESS LIKE EYES MINUS VISION
THAT WITNESSED HIGH CRIMES, BUT WOULDN'T DESCRIBE THE BUSINESS....
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TONIGHT I WRITE
TONIGHT I WRITE
