I'm still a million miles away
From salvation's final calling
Fighting with all I have got
When the universe starts falling
Blood splatters on my skin
As I drown in innocent blood
Oh, make me believe I'm winning
Make me believe there's a god
I'm turning the blade on myself
As my sanity begins to leave
I'm sinking into my own wicked
Who will help me to breathe?
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Hands pull me out of the dark
Scarred hands I know so well
Resuscitate my common sense
You're okay, they all can tell
I've got my brave little brother
My most loyal angel best friend
My annoying demon frenemy
My own little whacked out family
Giving me hope when there is none
Saving me from thy kingdom come
Helping me out from time to time
With faith, made me believe in mine
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Throughout the smiles, the pain
Swim the tides on the endless rain
Brothers that never end in blood
Salvation's calling is nearer now
The oxygen stops to suffocate
The chains become golden gates
My life stops being total horror
War becomes worth fighting for
When the hands don't grasp my neck
And the rope is a leverage, not a noose
When it's just us four against the world
I know that I'm not alone in what I hold.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PuisiSupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
