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Vultures
And the days were nights, followed by white liesAs she hoped for light, demons grew insideTrespassing in her own backyardTrembling with despairShe felt his presence lingering..Then a sudden reaction fromInside..She saidHope he diesShe smiledSilent days, perfect haze, copy pasteNo colour in her faceFeed the fish, eat the fish, burn the sheets..And her demons turned into mosquitoesHer walls had no blood and the house was now coldThey quietly crept to your windowFilled with desire to feed once againYou're gonna die
From Letras Mania