i put you down your so proud

bad magic is what surrounds

dont go away

far behind or

you may miss somthing divine

bad magic isn't all it seems

it is a Liar

merely there to decive

i reach out for you

only to Lose grips with my mind

i can't come to grips with what is real

for i only know what is sureal

in the distance i hear

your fainted wimery voice

from far behind cryin bad magic

somthing divine

inner spirt is crushed

i hate you in a lovely way

i need you but im repulsed

by your scent of horrid deeds

so i fall behind i crumble

i am no more

i hate you

hate you all