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May 2010
crawling back into my skin
ugly feel of death and sin
eyes roll back and start to decay
body never felt this way
shakin, trembling, quivering with fear
yet he sings "come back my dear"
whispering from her corpse
my soul begins to slowly worpe
into a whole new beautiful shape
clothing, red ribbon, wings of black disgrace
wearing brand new etire
wrapped in a plated barbed wire
burning through my skin and flesh
bringing me closer and closer to death
Written by
Kasaundra Watta
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