JudasJudasJudas
Listless dreams. The demon screams. Theatre of pain.Cant stand the drain. Unconscious unrest debilitates to sleep again in a peaceful state.
emotional downpour,making my heart sore .. Constant ache of life, showered by injustice.
The roaring bloodthirsty beast, hopeless to placate, feasting on horrors endured for its appetite there is no cure Down and out. what am I here for?, no heart to call mine,while something inside my chest still beats laboriously unclaimed. The fruits of my labors are nothing but pain,
fighting amidst the storm I hear the sirens calling out to my eth
HealingHealingHealing
rusty daggers pierce my eyes the pain subsides but i am blind but for instead of sadness is time to rejoice I cant see my failing taunt and jeer I cant see that you are nowhere near I cant see my heart twisted inside out I can feel the peace I can hear the quiet but most of all I cant see the infection as it makes it way draining my soul with its decay
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