Prince of the Abyss
Prince of the Abyss
My genetics are schizophrenic
My silence is psychotic.
My pain is poetic.
My cry is chaotic.
My mind is magnetic
My senses split.
My thoughts are photogenic.
My flame has been lit
My fire inside burns like frostbite that just bit.
My fait fractures and is cast into the pit.
An Abyss fit for a prince.
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