Cursed Form - Withdrawal

Things that were done at your hands
You're cold at heart
I'm counting down the seconds
Till you depart
Bastards like you don't get a second chance
Burn you
From my memory
Don't complain, isn't this what you wanted?
Burn you
On a fucking stake
It's a witch hunt and you are the target
Remorse is useless now
You'll pay for it
Tear you limb from limb
You won't forget this
This fresh grave will be your new home
It lays shallow and the shape is deformed
Your past made of a flawed perspective
Recount all the people you're left with
Speak to walls, and remind yourself
Of the dangers in regret
Shall you indulge in forgiveness
Be wary of open arms
That carry a sharpness
They pull you in and cut deep

Written by:
Alex Emert, Zack Provins

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