Doom for the wicked, no remorse for the Sire,the Founder, the Keeper,
The man who holds the keys to my asylum’s mental cage.
Graves of senility fragmentize, filled with fissures; Break and split,
Graves of senility fragmentize, filled with fissures; Break and split,
Fishing hooks pull out vile history, with uncontrollable reeling.
Trembling limbs devise for the worst, knives cut into my skin deeper,
Trembling limbs devise for the worst, knives cut into my skin deeper,
As fingers shatter, this mindsets war engages,simmering the rising rage.
Remembering the times when life was easier, when I wasn’t in hells' fiery pit,
Captive traps, ensnare me, my form withering, anticipating for torture, kneeling.
Bitter memories divulge the depth of tinted red cheeks, rouge liquid dips steeper,
Creases and crevasses fold in on Pandora’s square, revealing imperfection, off the page.
A never-ending story leaves nothing but empty promises, just another woeful hit,
Layers of skin exfoliate and crisp, melting in the rear view mirror, not very appealing.
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Crusts with rough edges remind us, never-ever elven epic, ever-going beeper,,,
This drives us insane, and ludicrous with every drop of methane, I’m a person to upstage.
Over-sized safety pins prod, murder all the hope, no healing be done with no safety-kit,
Gaping ribs rise and fall like the sun and the moon, no beauty is felt, just an empty feeling.
Pixie princess’s tip-toe beyond my horizon, suddenly sleeping, I see the sweeper,
Crusts with rough edges remind us, never-ever elven epic, ever-going beeper,,,
This drives us insane, and ludicrous with every drop of methane, I’m a person to upstage.
Over-sized safety pins prod, murder all the hope, no healing be done with no safety-kit,
Gaping ribs rise and fall like the sun and the moon, no beauty is felt, just an empty feeling.
Pixie princess’s tip-toe beyond my horizon, suddenly sleeping, I see the sweeper,
Snakes slither in my veins, as the man comes, hitting me, knocking me to sleep with sage.
Finally, with one last inhale of oxygen, one last whisper, you hear “I quit”,
Finally, with one last inhale of oxygen, one last whisper, you hear “I quit”,
Muk-full-pores scream at the night glass gases, skin layers curl now painfully peeling.
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