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Under Skin
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Self Loathing These demons inside me
Stretch this body; so worn
Wearing me like prideful skin
Comfort is never born
Damned a daughter of Darkness
It leads, whenever I stand
"Come with me" it whispers
As its slowly giving a hand
Ripples under skin
Tingling down my spine
Where is the light so needed?
Where is the divine?
It's slithering through my veins
Beating with every thought
"Rest your head" it whispers
"I'll give you everything you've sought"
Fighting within myself
Will it ever go?
Or will I be lost forever?
The Darkness loving to sow
I feel like this is the end
How can I spread this out?
Justifying my passage not clear
Still swallowed by its wrathful clout
I know exactly how this
I know exactly how this feels. It's a beautiful piece and executed wonderfully.
Thanks Carcass :)
Thanks Carcass :)
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**