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We met as a game, simple connection
Lazy willows lounging in the clear glass
Repeated words served as the protection
Travels to wood, i stood in bloodied grass

Here i am, in the dark of my nightmare
Closer you came to me with blacked wing
Stunning black light shifting to your loose stare
Infinetly watching as your lips sing

Every night you came to those darkened wood
To sing your lullaby as more blood spills
Pain that stings, a feeling of bad and good
As your voice penetrates the heart and kills

Even the darkened wood and bloodied grass
Will never lead me from this calm clear glass