reminding me of shallow graves and my left open tomb.
I set a fire upon my skin and lick the open wound;
Caressing thoughts of memories of my impending doom.
The tic toc clock that striked at twelve refrained me from my gloom;
The demon screams that tortured me now lay quiet in my womb.
I keep my skeletons in the closet, hanging side by side
and in the corner with a devilish grin, he just sat then lied
Taunting me with what he knows; I see it in his eyes
my blood stained hands and bitter foes, now I'm left horrified.
The ugly truth I once denied binds our broken souls
my secrets keep me safe from life and half from being whole.
He weeps
For even my sins are too much for him.
How the demons we haven't faced haunt us.
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