Bedsheets

A vicious undead lich 
Raising §üM∿dead beast 
N Me like yeast, 2 make 
This bread like Red when 
Still Dead - asleep N§ide 
Of my head blown off after 
Being inspired by Pollock 2 
Paint my walls and bedsheets 
Staining my name N your brain 
Because when Ü change the Game 
It can never go back 2 the same 
No matter how much ØИΣ prays nor 
How much He pays, since N the end 
I admit it, I come clean - my Love 
Killed Me, not my Queen - Fear made 
Me believe what I didn't want 2 C so 
I tried 2 let everything go, I didn't 
Know just how hard Ü all would hold on 
Dragging Me back from Hell which I fell 
Bitter§weet 2 my ñü∿ØИΣ breathing for Me 

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