fearoflife
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You're FEELING too much
You're way OVERsensitive
This isn't JEN from the Block
This is ME my own critic
Nothing's set in STONE
Till the day AFTER you deaded
My will is stronger than EVER
Panic. Terror. Staccato breaths. It is strong. Merciless, yet intangible. Clouding all rationality, engraved with anger. All too well, it is the essence of an inner demon - lurking inside of us. Consuming our minds.
Close your eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of us-
As deep drums
Mark the beginning.
Ravenous human shadows
Singing brutal blood-stained