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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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The jaws of despair are tightening around
A deafening silence, a noiseless sound Sharpened teeth piercing, spoiling virginal flesh My thoughts seeking refuge, a place to rest The darkness of light, the confusion of calm My heart feel s a chill but my blood remains warm No solace to find, no corner to hide A drought in my eyes, not a tear will I cry My words disappear, though I know I have spoke them I will step off the edge in a fall never broken I feel you pursue, yet I know no ones there My eyes are tight shut but I’m fixed with my stare Razor teeth in my flesh are dripping with bile The depth of the darkness is there in your smile I pray to be gone even though I am nowhere Light will chase you away, send you back to your lair When it comes, it will bring with it life once again And your sorrow can wait in your venomous den |
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