That panic of no words
Can't breathe

Can't scream

Fighting the lure of unconsciousness

To hide myself from the hysteria

This g

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of dementia

Pushes me

Pushes me

T

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F

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Can't blame violence or unrequited love

Just my demons

That seranade my nights with SHRIEKS

They want to play games

So I play along

With the broken glass and scissors

But its not deep enough for them

No

They cry for more blood

Because I have to be perfect

Or risk failing to silence the screams

They burn my soul

I am alive as the gouge out my eyes

Blackening my corpse with their fires