I hear the vacant screams within my mind, I wait for the day to melt into the sublime.
How did I get so sick? The devil Parades my existence and pokes my sensitive skin with a stick.
I value solitude, just enough to devour my loneliness, this wretched illness I suffer alone, I pray to my soul to take me home.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
I hear the vacant screams within my mind, I wait for the day to melt into the sublime.
How did I get so sick? The devil Parades my existence and pokes my sensitive skin with a stick.
I value solitude, just enough to devour my loneliness, this wretched illness I suffer alone, I pray to my soul to take me home.
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