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... ... ... things are not what they seem
always have an open mind
beast will not be ferocious
sweetness is veil of wretched
death doesnt come with blood
million times i die every second
melodies of the forsaken
i whisper thanks through my skin
... ... ... alone but not lonely
accompanied by darkness
smell the gloom surrounding
there is the itch again
ignoring it, feeds it
why does pain attract pleasure?
stalking muscles and sinews
howls of greys fill vacuum
... ... ... stories to be told
eternity is two shades away
filtered emotions obstruct views
closed eyes taste oblivion
claws tear through screams
remember the simple smiles
dried lips scratch in pain
peace will be mine... now...!!!
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