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| dEMoNic... |
| maybe it's just cos I'm a little catatonic, maybe it's just cos I feel so dam demonic, that the black sun in the red sky, sets me down so I must die. sometimes I feel so drained inside, sometimes I run but can never hide, when I feel so trapped and don't know why, I feel this world has bled me dry. inside I scream and outside I stare, I seem to see things when I know they're not there, inside my crypt I curl up and die, choking on words, drowning on these tears I cry. maybe it's just that I'm a little too morbid, maybe it's just that I love the things you forbid, and so you cut my wings so I can't fly, so sick of this world, so tempting and sly. it seems to devour me, eating me up, I'm trapped and I'm writhing, but all out of luck, this huge moon in the velvet sky, lays me down, to rest and die. seems I scream these whispered words, seems I died and never cared, so soon it comes and overpowers, and I'm surrounded by black flowers. sometimes I feel like my wrists are cut, sometimes I see when my eyes are shut, taken aback, and mesmorised, haunted by black butterflies. maybe it's just I'm a little catatonic, maybe I need to feel so damn demonic, when this black sun in the red sky, sets me down so I shall die. |
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