They are here

by death-upon-death   Oct 15, 2005


A world with no peace,
isn't hard to find.
no need to look under stones,
you find even when your blind.

you will hear it coming,
shouting out your name.
laughing at your pettiness,
driving you insane.

bringing up its demons,
cruel and corrupted souls.
burning you with evil thoughts,
leaving you with holes.

swallowing up the colors,
that you can faintly see.
replacing them with nothing-ness,
they will never let you free.

brushing away your paths,
you slowing and carefully planned.
making holes through your skin,
blood draining from your hand.

spinning, spinning,
around and around.
watching them circle you,
like a angry blood hound.

this is it you are going now,
please mind your head.
you've lost you mind,
they have took your heart,
leaving you so dead.

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