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A future projected Vividly I see you have arrived I know you're here to take from me Take and take I understand why I danced with you, demon I asked you to play Now this is the debt I have to pay Obsessed I became possessed Sacrificed individuality Signed in blood My life away Now Demon Wrap my bones in witches hope **** my stomach dry Take my vision Take my mind Take it all, it isn't mine Lie to me Break promise me Perfect for eternity I'll drink it up Purge my soul Grow dimmer Darker With every goal Shrinking, shriveling, fading fast Denying logic Believe my eye I am a shadow A mortal ghost A projection of what I ought to be There's less of me and more of you Filling the space where hunger grew I faulter Linger Hating you Loving you Hating to love you Fighting you I always lose And if I escape You'll ****** me I find the thought Strangely comforting See There's not much left Perhaps just a shimmer Of what was old me Bone dust, and sinners lust I am not much worth fighting for So when the reaper greets me (Demon! Say adieu!) I'll gladly take his hand And let him lead me away from you
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
A Demon Called Ed
A future projected Vividly I see you have arrived I know you're here to take from me Take and take I understand why I danced with you, demon I asked you to play Now this is the debt I have to pay Obsessed I became possessed Sacrificed individuality Signed in blood My life away Now Demon Wrap my bones in witches hope **** my stomach dry Take my vision Take my mind Take it all, it isn't mine Lie to me Break promise me Perfect for eternity I'll drink it up Purge my soul Grow dimmer Darker With every goal Shrinking, shriveling, fading fast Denying logic Believe my eye I am a shadow A mortal ghost A projection of what I ought to be There's less of me and more of you Filling the space where hunger grew I faulter Linger Hating you Loving you Hating to love you Fighting you I always lose And if I escape You'll ****** me I find the thought Strangely comforting See There's not much left Perhaps just a shimmer Of what was old me Bone dust, and sinners lust I am not much worth fighting for So when the reaper greets me (Demon! Say adieu!) I'll gladly take his hand And let him lead me away from you
#depression#sadness#demon#ana#mia#possession#recovery#relapse#ednos#anamia
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
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