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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Drama · #2211259
Disturbed Fantasy mood.
I still can taste decaying flavor

Of all your lies I'd freaking savor

Promises you'd never keep

Death's residue still stains my teeth

The memory, seems it never dies

You sparkle in your brilliant shine

Your words flow like the finest wine

All only leave a gaping hole

And rots my aching dying soul

Your raging hunger starts its highs

You think the sun still sets and rise

Primarily in your murderous eyes

So on you delve with yours wide closed

Bent on your hell's slight broadened road

Realize I know your luck in lies

Your hounds of Hell astride my back

I ready for your swift attack

Our blood is mingled on my sheath

My courage drips from canine teeth

I struggle underneath your sighs

I sense your breath still on my neck

As proudly you demand respect

And horde your sum from one small fleck

Your rage still stabs my bruised insides

You throw more stones to blind my eyes

I grin and bear your stifling flame

Try to forget your demon name

Relief comes when reality dies

I warily swat a billion flies

My blood's mixed with your luck and lies
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