Someone. Anyone,
Can you hear me
Are you there
I feel something in the air
My heart beats to the snare
Focused in my lair
Channeling rage that I cant bear
Thoughts I cant wear
Pain I cant spare
Tears I cant mend
Things I cant defend
So I grip my pen
And write for the end
Because iv made demons my friends
From Vices and trends
Are we mices or men
Time to make sacrafices again
Im gonna shed
These beasts iv feed
And wounds that never bleed
I got voices in my head
I embrace what is said
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