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Blood And Pills

Inside my battered spirit,
depression manifests it's destructive plot.
Years of suicidal madness,
has imprisoned me from escape
of this mysterious carnage.

Again and again,
I am devoured by my guilt's maniacal hunger.
Shame washes over me for this failure,
till I deprive myself of faith
and receive my well needed mental rape.
Ever my image is disfigured,
by my drunk torment.

Can I ever exorcise myself,
of these demons thrills.
A victim of this pill symphony,
I am so cold without the touch of this
razor's silver lips.
A beautiful mess of horror and anger,
my blood drips to feast on a salvation I'm lied.
Forever I drown away alone,
in this ocean of famine, not a night goes,
I dream without vengeance.

Into this realm of darkness,
I will wander till I have found
peace of sanity.
Fighting this cusrse, that's murdered
me of everything to trust.
Hopeless wicked words of memory's lane,
try to deceive me of this betrayal I've begun.

Franticly, I've waited for an angel
to come to me.
Endlessly, I've had to retreat
to this broken refuge.
I am ever fallen to this romance,
Blood and Pills.

"Let me never be remembered by my devotion
for this sick romance, but remembered
for my struggle to deify this sick romance."

Sincerely,
Darkys Black