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- - - THIS HELL - - -

The voices resound
From venomous tongues
They do speak to me
When the dead slumber

The restless in the night
Delight in the dreaming
Screaming shadows abound
Uncrowned beyond the light

Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine

I hear you calling
But the room is fucking black
You see me stalling
I'm not coming back

The devils, unbound
Where corpses are hung
In branches of trees
Where vultures hunger

The restless speak their plight
Zeitgeists observe sleeping
Weaving spider diamond
Sermons in the black lights

Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine

Hey, are you calling
Or is my mind fucking black?
Yes, I am stalling
I'm not coming back

Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground

Right now or any day of the week
The recently dead constantly speak
Of what is behind the veil

This Hell

Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
In this Hell




(c) 2015 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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