I can see it etched onto your eyes,
Sewn into your mouth and swirling
Around that serpent’s tongue,
It folds into your ears, and penetrates my mind.
It stays there, circling,
Those black clouds I know all too well,
Fogging my mind and leaving me screaming
A smoky, silent scream
Splintering every thought
Every breath deemed futile.
I know that you’re feeling it
It’s obvious, though you deny it
That stench of horrified emotions
Shattering the panes of glass behind my wall,
You’re disappointed in me again,
Aren’t you.
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When the demons reach out for your soul, look them in the eye, and defy them. Respect them, but at the same time, be wary of their intents, and take heed these words, for someday they could be your last resort...
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The scrawlings of an idiot.
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When the demons reach out for your soul, look them in the eye, and defy them. Respect them, but at the same time, be wary of their intents, and take heed these words, for someday they could be your last resort...
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