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Officium Triste The Pathway

A sparkle in this chaos ridden infinity The light, my goddess, ultimate divinity Draped with velvet and silk She provides honey and milk Heart and soul

Running away from problems and pain Realising life ain't no game Trying to hide from the past Starting all over, camouflaged I look over my shoulder

Roses on my grave, Withered. My headstone crumbles, Forgotten. Since the day I died, You mourned for over a year. I saw the way you cried. The way you

: Follow the trail of blood, From my feet, I left behind, On the pathway of broken glass. Broken glass everywhere I walk, In every direction I go. To