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Gallery of Pain: Smoke in Bloom by Guinevere

By Guinevere
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I look at the twisting smoke
the hot and fiery flame
I see my life is nothing more
I hung my head in shame

I find love in my only constant
betrayal and hate is her name
I rise up reaching higher
trying to win this game

My life is one with the living smoke
grey and black and thin
I hate my life I long to die
I push the blade inside my skin

I feel my dear companion deep inside of me
for she can numb all of my pain
she knows things no one else can see

I watch the smoke of a cigarette
it's exhaled sent away
dispersed into oblivion
in the wind it's soul will sway

I am dank and dark
a mere picture of a girl
I find solace in my blood
my smoke has always blown away
I cannot find my love

This humble song of misery
is still my life long plot
I long to die and see no sun
but now my blood won't stop

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