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618 · Jul 2014
Dressed In Death.
Jess Jul 2014
I close my eyes
I'm paralysed
Front of these monsters
I surely can't hide
They hear me speak
They make me weak
I'm dressed in death
And my mind is a freak
With pain and tears
I feed the devils in need
Inside my ears they creep
whispering words to drown me with fear.


(Jess)
-L.A.D.

— The End —