Ceiling Balloons Pt. 4: W(HAT) Cr(E)ature is This?

Burning, churning hold in the words

it’s a sharp toothed grin with red paint

smile and play the act of innocence

it wants to kill, see them bleed, hear them scream

I won’t let anyone know, won’t let anyone see

cause a blood spill, tear flesh, taste the blood

there’s a demon inside of me.

I will kill them all, bodies of my enemies.

 

It’s the demon of brutal, barbaric nature

Give in, let me do the deeds, you want it

all the sin, all the blackened, charred negativity

it will all be over soon enough

I refuse to set it free, be drowned!

You cannot kill me, I live forever.

 

No one can know, no one will know

Until the day I escape and destroy them all

for what lives inside of me will never control me

but I grow stronger every day, your Will will break

for I will never be controlled by hate.

I’ll find a way to change that.Ceiling Balloons Pt. 4: W(HAT) Cr(E)ature is This?

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