Gallery of Pain: Smoke in Bloom by Guinevere
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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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