The demons are bleeding from the walls
Pouring thick like screeching molasses
Grabbing me by my eye sockets
With twelve inch ripping talons
Pulling and tearing my flesh taut
Like some morose antagonism of obesity
Dragging me thru the hardwood floorboards
Thru a river flowing with moaning, groaning souls
Cast into a stygian darkness that blinds the eyes
The magnitude of grotesque revulsion
That unveils itself before me
In monstrous catastrophe
Ignites my dejected soul
To wisps of smoke and smoldering ashes
Set to a contour of unremitting denunciation
Scorching pits of fire, brimstone, and sulfur
The suffocated withering of my intentions
The agony of ennui
And the simplicity of sin
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
The demons are bleeding from the walls
Pouring thick like screeching molasses
Grabbing me by my eye sockets
With twelve inch ripping talons
Pulling and tearing my flesh taut
Like some morose antagonism of obesity
Dragging me thru the hardwood floorboards
Thru a river flowing with moaning, groaning souls
Cast into a stygian darkness that blinds the eyes
The magnitude of grotesque revulsion
That unveils itself before me
In monstrous catastrophe
Ignites my dejected soul
To wisps of smoke and smoldering ashes
Set to a contour of unremitting denunciation
Scorching pits of fire, brimstone, and sulfur
The suffocated withering of my intentions
The agony of ennui
And the simplicity of sin
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