Hang my spirit up to dry
This soul's worn out,
Of Tears wrought right
I face the echo of this glitch rune room
When the scars have mouths
And scream dark truth
These eyes won't listen
These ears won't see
The rhythm of this fate is played by none other than
The Death
Of Me
Chaos at the edge of a Ballpoint Pen
At last
Distortion, My long lost friend
Have you scattered back
All the pieces I tried
To collect myself together;
This fight;
Against My Shadow, My Mirror, My Mind,
And U...
Whispers softly creeping in
Through the black mold of my bed
Sides
Candles lit over again, a 1000 times
To purify the night,
Or maybe,
Just to sleep long lasting dreams of monoxide
Oh, did I forget to turn the stove off yet again??
Hey 🔥🔥🔥
Don't Let them get away
Demons sucking all my children into infinity
As they laugh with come slaught symphonies
Let the fallen reach some floor of hell at least
At this point...
Even flames are better than the endless wait
With this Black Sun and pill bottle,
Ill finish not a split second
Too
Late
©palewriter
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