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Inner Demons
Erase and rewind,
The events that unfold,
The faces of death, glancing in fear,
Yet so invisible to one another,
As the hour glass runs its grain,
The time is near the end,
Beginning the start of the fall,
Ending the dawn of man,
To form this time tonight,
Withstanding the malicious assault,
Of the melodic incantations of this era,
The heavens bleeding for man's sin,
This force of necromantic horrors,
Struggling for a foot hold,
We dig into our holes and watch,
Mesmerized by the sheer indiscreetness,
The inhumanity of our own beings,
Slaughtered to nothing but lacerations,
Demons of our souls unleashed,
No longer held by the mortal coil,
Awakening our inner nightmares,
As our flesh becomes darker than hell,
Blood-curdling eyes of hate,
Staring our own image into submission,
As we lose sight of all we once cared for.
