my soul's flayed skin lays to rest
in the damp muddy soil of my grave
remember the scent of my dismembered dreams
all this is not what it seems....
falling from the pinnical of all my hopes
i put myself to sleep
looking into the shattered mirror
a whore is all i see.....
i turn to look deep within me
scars are all thats left behind
good intentions always fail me
twisted and dark is my mind....
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