After The Fall From Grace
I find serenity in the wispering waves of self munilation
riseing up only to collapse in on myself again
I see the world thru rippled glass
where everyone is fake and nothing ever lasts
grace is far from here, from me
conteniment arouses only by artifice
the shadows used to scare me
now I crave their cold embrace
darkness is my only horizon
there somone inside me
the hallow shell of a person I once was
and if all else fails tonight
I shall cut her from my body
edradicate her from my soul
spit her out and cut off her head
chew on the bloody entangled mess of flesh
rip out her failing organs
and make sure of certin death
she is not me
not anymore....
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