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I'm the boogeyman in your closet I'm the creep hiding under your bed I'm a twisted, broken damage case in an ugly world of dread The Secrets that we keep Behind the tinted glass are diseases growing in the deep, Beneath the painted masks It's a strange, strange world We've all been forced into But none of this compares to the Horror within me and you HATE ME SO I KNOW IT'S REAL FEED ME PAIN, I NEED TO FEEL BETRAY, ERASE AND VIOLATE ME THIS STRANGE WORLD WILL DESECRATE ME How far can we take this? How far will it go? I can't see the future Through the Pains of these windows I'm waiting for the rains to come Wash us all away Waiting for the desert storm To bring the winds of plague It's a strange, strange world, is it not?
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Strange World
I'm the boogeyman in your closet I'm the creep hiding under your bed I'm a twisted, broken damage case in an ugly world of dread The Secrets that we keep Behind the tinted glass are diseases growing in the deep, Beneath the painted masks It's a strange, strange world We've all been forced into But none of this compares to the Horror within me and you HATE ME SO I KNOW IT'S REAL FEED ME PAIN, I NEED TO FEEL BETRAY, ERASE AND VIOLATE ME THIS STRANGE WORLD WILL DESECRATE ME How far can we take this? How far will it go? I can't see the future Through the Pains of these windows I'm waiting for the rains to come Wash us all away Waiting for the desert storm To bring the winds of plague It's a strange, strange world, is it not?
Found this in a notebook. Angsty.
#anger#hurt#lyrics#poems#angst#doom#rage#scribblings#notebook
xan-abyss
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
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