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• The Forsaken (...To Watch Me Burn) - Endthisday
• The Forsaken - Endthisday
• Silently Choking On Her Regret - Endthisday
• Lily White And Blood Red - Endthisday
• Killing In The Month Of July - Endthisday
• Behind A Veil Of Tears - Endthisday
• A Eulogy On The Lips Of The Dead - Endthisday
• The Giving (And They Came With Fire...) - Endthisday
• Cursed Be The Blessed - Endthisday

I gasp for one last breath,
but I choke on my tongue.
No words can describe
this pain making me go numb.
My mind is my own worst enemy,
hidden away no one will ever know.
The day of atonement has arrived.
Am I ready for my sentence?
I hear the death
rising from the grave,
calling my name, trying
to bring me home.
Though I struggle to find
hope in a empty world,
death is a welcome relief.
But I know I'm stronger than
this self-hate, only I cant
seem to break free.
I wear this mask made of
flesh to conceal the razor marks.
A dead heart that won't bleed.
So kiss me with your lips of death.
Forever seeing my life
in the eyes of torment.
Nothing was ever cherished
where the chaos reigned.
Now I walk this earth only
to stumble on the dead dreams.
I tell myself that
the sun will rise again,
but will it be another endless day.
Can you see my face?
Can you hear my voice?

I gasp for one last breath,
but I choke on my tongue.
No words can describe
this pain making me go numb.
My mind is my own worst enemy,
hidden away no one will ever know.
The day of atonement has arrived.
Am I ready for my sentence?
I hear the death
rising from the grave,
calling my name, trying
to bring me home.
Though I struggle to find
hope in a empty world,
death is a welcome relief.
But I know I'm stronger than
this self-hate, only I cant
seem to break free.
I wear this mask made of
flesh to conceal the razor marks.
A dead heart that won't bleed.
So kiss me with your lips of death.
Forever seeing my life
in the eyes of torment.
Nothing was ever cherished
where the chaos reigned.
Now I walk this earth only
to stumble on the dead dreams.
I tell myself that
the sun will rise again,
but will it be another endless day.
Can you see my face?
Can you hear my voice?

A tragedy that was
years in the making.
Deliver me no forgiveness
because again I delivered
the unforgivable.
How quick we were to bury
ourselves in love and how
quick I was to fade to farewell.
In days to come ask me for nothing,
for all I have to give is the dirt
that fills my mouth and these eyes
that have been drained of all emotion.
Every day is one more chance to
remember and to stare alone into
this tomb I've dug for two.
But I fill the negative space
with my broken promises
and my shallow soul.
A timeless moment I
wish to never return.
And still how false are these
cracks I show upon my face.
One million dying smiles in
exchange for one million
infected days is the price
I would pay to restore your trust.
Things I know that this diseased
body will never achieve are now
the only things I live for,
but in the end all my empty
attempts for happiness tend
to come up short,
so I infect and mutilate this
body and part ways with this life.
For if I only knew that we were to
live and die with regret I would
have done away with
this blessing of life.

The blossoms have opened
and we transpire,
parting the pedals
with thick fingers.
Rising like a swarm of
insects from the garden.
This is devastation in tune.
Thousands of bodies with
one universal heat beating
through the ribcage.
These thorns will carve our
eyes and these flowers will
enshroud our souls.
Fluttering wings were meant to fly,
whispering and conspiring of
mental worlds and infinite flights.
We part the water of distant seas.
We bleed together,
stirring red into vast blue skies.
A world of good intentions
poisoned by your hidden desires,
peeling back the layers of flesh
that used to have meaning to us all.
You closed your eyes
and kissed the flames,
floating into the sun with open arms.
We watched you burn with hands tied.
We salted the earth with our tears,
and bathed the world
with our bleeding hearts.
Sing your song for the last time.
This chorus comes to silent under the
weight that we've been left to bear.
The smell of smoke still rises
from your blackened wings.
Your broken body hits
the ground like and
angel repelled from heaven.
You crawl back to the flowers
from which you came,
sleeping beneath the ashes

Alone I stare at
the hallowed life
accumulating in my hands.
Forever is just their
passive word to describe
this unholy nothing
that's been left behind.
Forever to be left behind
for both weak and strong.
To drain of life and remember.
An empty act of remembrance
for my own selfishness.
Falling towards darkness
never came quite this easily.
So at this time I keep it
close and hold it for
what it is worth.
Seasons of joy I
beg for your return,
your return to invoke my collapse.
I beg for your patience,
I beg for your ever-insuring guidance.
But leave her angelic tone behind
so that I may still stumble
on these broken knees.
Love is spoken with such jealous disgust.
All in hope for the comfort
of a pale hand to caress these
lonesome and solace eyes.
For only seven nights
I lived with the stars,
in seven night I watched them fade away.
A burning past I will abandon
to just live with relief,
but with three chosen word

Carving your cryptic
lies in my back,
a friendship gets
torn at the seams.
The north winds blow,
turning summer's rains
into December's ice.
Like the two seasons,
you changed to what she wanted,
what he wanted.
Your face washed away
with every choice you made,
the bridge starts to burn and
the embers embrace your soiled
desires. Reaching for your
hand as the water fills your lungs.
I tried to pull you to the
shore but you just turned away.
Swimming towards the sirens,
you couldn't refuse their soft voices.
Now faced with nothing left,
you sink to the ocean's floor.
May death come quick and grant
me a blackened salvation.
Serpents slither under your
skin injecting venom into your veins,
your pulse begins to weaken.
can you live with your self?
I stand here staring at what
remains of your life.
This hopeless feeling is overwhelming.
Nothing can ever be the same.
Nothing will ever be the same.
The chapter ends with
nothing but deceit.

Playing god and pointing
fingers in every direction
but our own is a
beautiful way to live.
Creating heavens out of
ashes and reaching towards
the sky with every
pedestal possible.
We've taken two steps
out of a thousand.
One small step towards
understanding, and one
giant leap towards murder.
Look up at the sky and
the wrists we've slit.
Sucking the blood
straight from the veins.
Take a deep breath and
make excuses for why
it burns your lungs.
These skylines stand
like cemeteries with
headstones for us all.
This has risen
from bare ground,
everything we fabricate
and call beauty.
This is beauty with a
gun in its mouth.
This is not
what was intended.
Imagine walking in open
fields with the ashes
of generations sifting
below your feet.
Stepping over centuries
of failure that have all
come down to this.
Serving an immediate purpose
with an everlasting effect.
Mother, this is a sign
of our gratitude.
Ripping the umbilical in
half before conception.
Your eulogy spilling
from our cracked lips.
We are your sons and daughters.
We rake open your chest and

Inside these dark
shadows of man I grip
the hand of gloom.
Only my thoughts
release the smiles and
days of sunlit dreams,
for in truth, the hours
of morn are as bleak
as the last.
Now I fear the touch
of a child due to the
actions of our past.
Angels of mercy weep
no more because the
future is foretold in
our creator's eyes.
We angels of deception
may bleed our last drop
and bow to the
responsibility for
centuries of lies.
We greet the new dawn
with only a passion to hate,
but these flowers are not
soon to forget the promises
that were captured through
their fathers' ill-fated eyes.
Sweet and compassionate child,
may you find it in your
fractured heart to hold back
judgment. Your judgment of fire,
and your blessings of death.
Our age should dwindle in
fear and rest with no hope,
because these angels
descend upon us on
clouds of vengeance.
My nightmares become life
and fire becomes my skin.
We can only accept this
fate and bathe in the sweet
waters that we've cursed
with our sins.
So many promises of life
blooming into beauty now
lay foul from our
intercourse of disease.
Only the tears of angels
will reveal our sorrow,
but they are blind to the

Awake into a dark
horizon where our
childrens' fingers
drip in the blood
of their creators.
We've been consumed
by our technology.
We now bring the life
of death upon ourselves.
Crucified into a
genetically altered
way of life, our species
will not survive.
We've kissed the cold
palm of death for the
satisfaction of our own.
The scent of the end
fills our senses, for
now the taste of the
apocalypse rests
upon our lips.
Spawned into a
generation of disease to
rot within the nonexistent
enjoyment of life.
Now i will watch you burn
within this revolution.
We've licked the forked
tongues of the demons we
created. I scream in silence
for salvation and bleed for
hope of a brighter tomorrow,
but the sun no longer exists
where man's technology is king.
I slit the wrist of this
synthetic way of life and I
pull the veil down over my eyes.
I will savior the warm blood