The Edge.

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Standing on the edge of disaster,
Forgetting my supposed to be master.
Wandering around in the dark mists,
No feeling, no breathing because of my bleeding wrists.
Scared of the world of the dead,
No words to be said.
No answers to be found,
Just circles all around.
My blood scattered on the forest floor.
Slowly dying due to her forbidden love,
All her hope vanished from above.
Her mother has died,
So she chose the dark side.
The vampire was to arise,
And the humans she despise.

Left behind,
I'll lose my mind.
Take my arm and cut my wrist,
Let me wander Into the mist.

She lost it all,
She had to fall.
Save her lost soul,
Make her whole.
Love her from the start,
Heal her broken heart.


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