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There's always a whisper of madness, playing in my brain as I struggle to get loose from it's refrain and the constant pounding me to comply makes me feel quite insane. Disaster brewing behind blue eyes bits of chaos that won't be denied. They tell me the choice is completely mine but they don't see or feel how I'm bound up inside. Touch the people and watch them fall knowing the horror to come, the pull to cause pain, is the worse of all. I'm the bad man says the song, but they don't really know bad, no, not all.
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Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 6:31 AM UTC
Memoirs of a Serial Killer
There's always a whisper of madness, playing in my brain as I struggle to get loose from it's refrain and the constant pounding me to comply makes me feel quite insane. Disaster brewing behind blue eyes bits of chaos that won't be denied. They tell me the choice is completely mine but they don't see or feel how I'm bound up inside. Touch the people and watch them fall knowing the horror to come, the pull to cause pain, is the worse of all. I'm the bad man says the song, but they don't really know bad, no, not all.
SamHarty
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Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 6:31 AM UTC
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