Where merriment is just beyond our grasp
And Joy is so close but ever so far
But ever so far
Where we eat our tears for breakfast
And have desire for dessert
A place full of not hearts
But empty black holes
Somewhere where the skies are grey
Where the luster of the sun has faded away
Where children are not longer a blessing
And Death is welcomed with open, blood stained arms
So forget your dreams of bliss and wonder
And welcome this hell
This...
World of hollowed souls and pitch black hearts
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