demonic
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I can see you lurking in the darkness, I can hear your voice in my head, I've felt the tear drops as they've fallen due to the horrible things
Lost within, I still stand, reminscene the times I thought of you as a friend.
Closer than a brother, My ache for you was dear, my lover
As I close my eyes I seem to realize, what you really were
A monster in desguise.
You're here.
I can hear you.
Why are you here? What is your purpose?
"Their arms would look beautiful in dried blood on the floor of your bedroom"
You're here.
I can hear you.
Teeming with multiple personalities,
I feel the Legion swell within me.
I fight against
Layers of self-defense.
Long gone, the search to fleet just a virus.
With eyes, undecided, how can they locate a difference?
The dots on the wall become bugs; crawl.
Your second skin implores you to buy in.
Allow the separation of sanity to fall,
Like the rain of grace, with razors instead of peace.
The vociferous outward expression;
