two shades darker den black
a whirlpool of dust in the abyss
a stabbing knife, a bleeding heart
my head hung low in my hands.....
insanity rips from within
tearing my soul apart
a mess of flesh and blood
is all thats left......
i wish to run away
a trail of bloody footprints are left
the darkness follows me
and attempts to devour me once again.....
caught in a corner
too weak to struggle
a chain on my neck
a chain to my soul......
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trying to explain the mystery which enthralls us sensitive souls.... love
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