gaunt creature that wounds with bitter prose
it is thee, the 13th wraith of wich i speaketh to
no exorcism may deprive thee of thy demons
thine hatred is a monstrous behemoth
and thou art the architect of thine own madness
i have given thee songs and music
to accompany thine addictions
thou art fire and fire blackens
i am murky waters and thou drownest in mine dephts
i shouldst have let thee drown, but i loved thine timid soul
our boats have parted forevermore
you sit by some shore, praying to thine vaporous goddess
i am some secret ocean, you cannot dream to fathom
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
gaunt creature that wounds with bitter prose
it is thee, the 13th wraith of wich i speaketh to
no exorcism may deprive thee of thy demons
thine hatred is a monstrous behemoth
and thou art the architect of thine own madness
i have given thee songs and music
to accompany thine addictions
thou art fire and fire blackens
i am murky waters and thou drownest in mine dephts
i shouldst have let thee drown, but i loved thine timid soul
our boats have parted forevermore
you sit by some shore, praying to thine vaporous goddess
i am some secret ocean, you cannot dream to fathom
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