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Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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Personifing suicide. And you thought your religion class was interesting?

"Dead Boy's Poem" by Nightwish

"I live no more to shame nor me nor you
I'm sorry"

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The Sweet Piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry
Time will tell (this bitter farewell
I live no more to shame nor me nor you"

"And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore"

A lonely soul... An ocean soul...
A lonely soul... An ocean soul...

"So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
Time will tell"

A lonely soul... An ocean soul...
A lonely soul... An ocean soul...

Mrs. Sal will love me certainly for this piece of work...

Euphoria Before Death

You begin to see me through glimpses of your lost sanity.
You try not to notice me, and disregard me.
I’ll always be in that dark corner of your mind.
When the going gets tough, you try to get tougher.
When it seems all you have done is fallen, you look in the deep recesses of your mind.
Sooner or later you’ll be beaten down. Turn to me.
I will shield you in raiment’s made of fools gold
Your skin will feel it’s warmth slowly seeping out but you still retain that comfort.
I’m the knife at your throat.
I’m the razor at your wrists.
I’m the arsenic in your cocktail.
I’m every person beating you down to the ground.
You go along with everyone saying you’ll never do me.
It sounds as if I was a cheap designer drug that nobody does but everyone OD’s on.
Come on pretty girl. Come on pretty boy.
I’ll seduce you to slumber. I’ll seduce you to lie on velvet-lined sheets in a small little box.
I’m that euphoric feeling that a little bit of everyone craves.
I’m that mortal sin which sends you to your grave.
Down seven flights you go.
You shall become the tree with your arms held high as branches.
Forget not the harpies. There your doom shall befall.
You’ll be racked with pain once more from their anger-bled talons.

But do not lay the blame on my for I was just the prescription for your ailments which you decided to steal from the counter.