Like I could curl my back and let the monster come forth at any time.
Let loose my black feathered wings;
The hell fire blazing from my birthing wounds.
I am not reborn but freed from imprisonment.
I am locked away
Waiting to watch the world burn.
There is a monster inside of me;
It wants to break free.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Like I could curl my back and let the monster come forth at any time.
Let loose my black feathered wings;
The hell fire blazing from my birthing wounds.
I am not reborn but freed from imprisonment.
I am locked away
Waiting to watch the world burn.
There is a monster inside of me;
It wants to break free.
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