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Subconscious torments

Demons circle around me,
bringing offerings for my soul.
Harmonic tongues they speak in,
trying to push me towards a hole.
Tempting me with immortality,
I give into their ways.
Not knowing what their made of,
I fall into their daze.
Black air swarms my body,
taking me far from earth.
Have one breath, and you can test,
This beautifully demented curse.
Written by Silo_psybin
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