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Sins of the past Aug 2019
A fringe around my neck, a bruise decorated my wrist
A ghostly finger scraping my lips
And a rush of crimson liquid oozed from above
A yearn to escape, for this horrid site
Keeps me incaved in misty mind
Shadows surround, above and about
Same deadly demons, toying around
They wait till its dark to start their attack
Lights out and sound asleep
Through blood and bones, they turn you,
a sickly being.
Shallow breaths and sticky skin
Red eyes and puffy rims
Same deadly demons, know everything ‘bout you
Can’t hide that dark mind
That black heart either.
Cast for eternity over my unfortunate soul
A spell that can’t overcome, that is concealed
Masquerading as wondered, they overflood dreams
However, are lies, in occasional disguise
Their dream, their nightmares, their demons of the soul
They’re not done with me, yet their coming for you
This was inspired by Nobody's work: Demon.
Sins of the past Aug 2019
Life as we know it
Comes to an end
Lies they tell
Scatter away
In a pit of darkness
With faint memories
Your pride you shall drown in
And whispers of dreams

— The End —