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I hunted through the foggy meadows Weary of all the shadows Spear held low Aimed at one figure I didn't realize my insanity Creeping up from behind I hunted my sanity Yet I became prey to my insanity Fangs tearing into my throat Blood spewing from my jugular I felt no pain Once the hunter now the prey Fed on every time I searched for my next meal I guess it's a famine My sanity became extinct Long before it shattered from my parents torment It was only an illusion A hallucination to cover up the scars My body only scarring never amputated It's a monster I feed When I become like my egregore Starved and boney Hatred and anger became my poison Finding my sanity could be the cure No matter how careful I am I'm still the feast my insanity awaits
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Once The Hunter Now The Prey
I hunted through the foggy meadows Weary of all the shadows Spear held low Aimed at one figure I didn't realize my insanity Creeping up from behind I hunted my sanity Yet I became prey to my insanity Fangs tearing into my throat Blood spewing from my jugular I felt no pain Once the hunter now the prey Fed on every time I searched for my next meal I guess it's a famine My sanity became extinct Long before it shattered from my parents torment It was only an illusion A hallucination to cover up the scars My body only scarring never amputated It's a monster I feed When I become like my egregore Starved and boney Hatred and anger became my poison Finding my sanity could be the cure No matter how careful I am I'm still the feast my insanity awaits
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
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