My name is Steph,and I like metal.
Under the cross so still and pale
The flowers usher the stale breath of Death away
And someone tries to sing
But the bird of song has lost its wings
Now it twitches
Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn
And where all loss begins
Life seems too small when Death takes its toll
I need something to blame for this pain
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