Unto the lost,
of contagious hunger
and broken hope infested,
will come malev
Wake up from utopian artifice
long may the glass houses
denial of something you are the only statue left
let the
seething in this red world I am nothing.
thrown to the
(the horizon closed down...)
what did you see before the world
...I NEED and it's never-ending.
(who am I? wasted. who am
find a lost man lost in his loss of control.
find
...in all this time I have learned that no one
...met up with my soul again on a cold dark
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside.
so burn me
so cold.
i want to hate you. i want to knife you.
i think i'm rotting on the inside. way down deep
...(you're so pale.) the lines of your eyes are weathered.
i'm bleeding this time for no reason at all. i
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