Centuries away
from the fold I call home
alone in my room
suicide looms
but I fight back
and claw my way forward
out of the darkness
out of the darkness
all I need is a way out
all I need is a way out
snakes and spiders
drip like saliva
off my tongue
they hit with a splat
and it makes re-inact...
Old dreams return
Disillusioned I yearn
Am I buried beneath sand and clay?
The caress of cold soil
With limbs crippled to the coil
Locked inside a nightmare womb
Tarnished and grief stricken
Emptiness within a void
Longing for the sun to shine
To discourage the demonoid
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