~ Taunted May ~

That icy stare of cold decay
The falling leaves of Taunted May
Now I see what cannot be
Shadows dance where light should be
Dance around inside my mind
I cannot see, I must be blind
I must not leave, I cannot leave
I want to leave, but cannot grieve
Your twisted, tempting unseen smile
I have not seen in quite a while
Hello, I love you, the things I'd say
In those twisted days of Taunted May


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