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| There are shadows in my home From a creature cold and slow Speaking like the voice of God I can hear the rants and slurs Coming from my mouth Coming with the cracks in the wall, An empty bottle of pain killers And a blackend hallway Leading into oblivion I am no longer human And I deserve to die screaming In the confines of the darkness Thinking weird thoughts Dreaming weird dreams I sow the flesh of angels Grotesque and evil And a pool of congealed blood Next to my broken body I have sawn off my right arm at the humerus To feel the crawl of your world I am almost disembodied now And I hope that in the next life I will find God or somthing similar |