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goodnight demonslayer
where did it all go wrong
i watched life flail to take hold
watched the life drain from your soul
six feet under you reside and yet
n̠̬e̻̮̞̯͘v̨̞͚̘e̜̭͉͚̞͙͞r̠̙̳͙̟̻͞ ̝̘͎̰̯̤f̤̬o͜r͚̰͙͎͠g̦̹̮͝o̲̝̣tt͏ͅe͖̺̤̪n̟̱̻̪̱͞
you're a parasite within my mind
a love that stood the test of time
s̴̢̱̼͖̯̻̞̣̲̜̬̳̩͎͍̻͖̝̀͘ṯ̢̢̤̯̟͓̝͉̰̪̻͕̦̖͓͜͢͜ò̢͙̤̥̟̣̳̻͓̱̖͚̹͎́͜ͅͅp̷̛͞͠҉̺̞̠̱ ҉͡҉̤̳͓̖̟̳̠͔̬̕s̀͘͝҉̞̞͔̹̖̫̺̲̙͖̪̞̠̻̣͠t̶̷̞͔̲̠̙̘̼̻͉̘̦̳͚ó͢͏҉̺͎͈̙͈p̨̢͍̜̱̱̗͖̬̩͎̣͉̟͍̞̻̀͝ ̢̛̟͖͕̮̘͝s̨͎̼̜̞͚̮͔͙̲͕̩͖͜͢͠t̨̕͘҉̘̞̮̫̭̥͈͓̱̟̰̭͍̕ͅo̸̘̱̳͕̲̟̺̥̜͚͈̼͟p̡̪̠͇̺̕ ̡̢͓̺̙͙͚̭̹̺̦̘s̭̩̘͍̰̼̲͙̩͜͢͜͠ţ̪̖̖̟̞͎̪͢͞o҉̴͉̯̙̩͉̼͈̪̹͔̰̕p͏͏͇͎̮̥̹̪̱̬̪̰̥͙
i hear your tiny voice still
as i awake drenched in salty, dismal tears
you left a, a..
h҉̝̙̻̣͇̟̻o̹̻͓͙̖̕l̩͔̰̝̘̟̝e҉̱̞͎̩̻͇,̢̱͉͎͕̳̕ ̶̡̜̤̺̖̮̠͙̹̟͘h̷̤̞͓̻̼ͅo̴̳̞͓̲̠͙̲̻͠l͍͓͓̻e̼͇͚̙̠̻ͅ ̷̛̻̱͇̰̞̜͘ì̹̲̫̟̣͍̕t̡̲͉̭̟̟͕̘ͅ ̵̸̷͇̭̱n̨̨͈̼͕͙͕̘̝͡e̗̜̮̝̝͍̖v̢̜̘̭̳͙̕e̴̻͙͎̝̖̬̬̬͕r͎̼̖͓̮̙ ̵͍̹̤̘̤̺͉̝̕͠h̸̶̨̥̘ͅe̻̺̰͘a̬l͏̹͞͠s̝͈̯̪̮̜̫.̣̗͚̯̤̙͙͎͙͘.̡͔͚̣̹̥̖.͈͕̭̜̰̜̩̩̀ͅ ̛͉̖̙̻̰á̼̠͉̖͙̳ļ̭̣̩̠͇̫̭̕w̨̟̥̺͉a͏̖̭͎y͏͙͔̥̱͈͝s̴̞̫̕ ̶̻͇̭͔̪͢͡f̹̬͙͉͕̪͓̕ͅe̸̞̮̻s̞͓̹͓͈̻͞t̶͍̪̟̰͕̱͡ͅe̲͈͕̻̞͔̖̦͟r͏͔͎̬̪͓̙̯̮i̢͉̖̖͍̤̗̘͎͞n͝͏̡̹͙̮͇̲̜̲̻g̭
it's like you could still toddle inside and i'd
r̟͓͔̳͔̹̩̀͢i҉̹̥͖̬͙͇p̨̻̗̜̕͡,̣̼̜͙͈͎͡ ̸̵̭͢t̼̼̙̞͙̖̻͕e̜̰̳̺͇̳͓̙a҉̜͎͙̪͙͘r̠͇͕̦̗͇̮,̢̯͎̲ ̪ͅṣ̸͇͍͎̙̘̥͖͝a̛̤͙̠̫̤̯͓c̞̞͕͢r̨̡͓͚̲̜̗̳̩͘i͍̦̩̼̭̭͕f̴̡̦̲͞i̲͔͟c̛̼̣̯͉̜͇͠e̛͖̭̯̕ all i had, perhaps my biggest vice
i woke to the tinest whisper, the ghost of your arms clinging to my throat and the echo of a l̸̘̞͞a̗̗̻͍͠͡͡ú̴̞̮̗̰̹g̹̝̻̗͢h̶͖̰̻̤̺t̶͔͇̼̥̠ͅe̤̫͘͜͝r̶̞̘̭͖,̧̱͢ ͇͎̱̞̮͕͕s̼͓h̷̪̲̘̱̝ę̸̡͙̗̝͖̤͉̦̭̬ ̠͞͠l͇̱̯͍͕̱̭a͉̞̣̫̘͓̪͜͢͠u̸̞͍̠̮̯͜g̮̘̣͞h̼̭̼̜ͅs͏̪̦͇̬͈͠,̖͙̀͞ ̸̱͙͢ì̭͚̣͇̬̗̙̤̀n̨̮̯̺̼n̷̩̟͓̗ͅo̶̷̠̤͕c͇̻̖̖͈̦͓̟͜ḙń̠̮͍̩t̴̴̷̩̫͉̟̼̼ ̨̺̺̺̲̭͉͔̺͠p̘̻͎̭͙̳u̡̱͖͚̘̯̦͕r̵̪̮ḙ̛̥̯̜͓̻̺͍͚
but i was met with nothing more than the soul crushing dark. i guess...
i guess i should have known.
i watched life flail to take hold
watched the life drain from your soul
six feet under you reside and yet
n̠̬e̻̮̞̯͘v̨̞͚̘e̜̭͉͚̞͙͞r̠̙̳͙̟̻͞ ̝̘͎̰̯̤f̤̬o͜r͚̰͙͎͠g̦̹̮͝o̲̝̣tt͏ͅe͖̺̤̪n̟̱̻̪̱͞
you're a parasite within my mind
a love that stood the test of time
s̴̢̱̼͖̯̻̞̣̲̜̬̳̩͎͍̻͖̝̀͘ṯ̢̢̤̯̟͓̝͉̰̪̻͕̦̖͓͜͢͜ò̢͙̤̥̟̣̳̻͓̱̖͚̹͎́͜ͅͅp̷̛͞͠҉̺̞̠̱ ҉͡҉̤̳͓̖̟̳̠͔̬̕s̀͘͝҉̞̞͔̹̖̫̺̲̙͖̪̞̠̻̣͠t̶̷̞͔̲̠̙̘̼̻͉̘̦̳͚ó͢͏҉̺͎͈̙͈p̨̢͍̜̱̱̗͖̬̩͎̣͉̟͍̞̻̀͝ ̢̛̟͖͕̮̘͝s̨͎̼̜̞͚̮͔͙̲͕̩͖͜͢͠t̨̕͘҉̘̞̮̫̭̥͈͓̱̟̰̭͍̕ͅo̸̘̱̳͕̲̟̺̥̜͚͈̼͟p̡̪̠͇̺̕ ̡̢͓̺̙͙͚̭̹̺̦̘s̭̩̘͍̰̼̲͙̩͜͢͜͠ţ̪̖̖̟̞͎̪͢͞o҉̴͉̯̙̩͉̼͈̪̹͔̰̕p͏͏͇͎̮̥̹̪̱̬̪̰̥͙
i hear your tiny voice still
as i awake drenched in salty, dismal tears
you left a, a..
h҉̝̙̻̣͇̟̻o̹̻͓͙̖̕l̩͔̰̝̘̟̝e҉̱̞͎̩̻͇,̢̱͉͎͕̳̕ ̶̡̜̤̺̖̮̠͙̹̟͘h̷̤̞͓̻̼ͅo̴̳̞͓̲̠͙̲̻͠l͍͓͓̻e̼͇͚̙̠̻ͅ ̷̛̻̱͇̰̞̜͘ì̹̲̫̟̣͍̕t̡̲͉̭̟̟͕̘ͅ ̵̸̷͇̭̱n̨̨͈̼͕͙͕̘̝͡e̗̜̮̝̝͍̖v̢̜̘̭̳͙̕e̴̻͙͎̝̖̬̬̬͕r͎̼̖͓̮̙ ̵͍̹̤̘̤̺͉̝̕͠h̸̶̨̥̘ͅe̻̺̰͘a̬l͏̹͞͠s̝͈̯̪̮̜̫.̣̗͚̯̤̙͙͎͙͘.̡͔͚̣̹̥̖.͈͕̭̜̰̜̩̩̀ͅ ̛͉̖̙̻̰á̼̠͉̖͙̳ļ̭̣̩̠͇̫̭̕w̨̟̥̺͉a͏̖̭͎y͏͙͔̥̱͈͝s̴̞̫̕ ̶̻͇̭͔̪͢͡f̹̬͙͉͕̪͓̕ͅe̸̞̮̻s̞͓̹͓͈̻͞t̶͍̪̟̰͕̱͡ͅe̲͈͕̻̞͔̖̦͟r͏͔͎̬̪͓̙̯̮i̢͉̖̖͍̤̗̘͎͞n͝͏̡̹͙̮͇̲̜̲̻g̭
it's like you could still toddle inside and i'd
r̟͓͔̳͔̹̩̀͢i҉̹̥͖̬͙͇p̨̻̗̜̕͡,̣̼̜͙͈͎͡ ̸̵̭͢t̼̼̙̞͙̖̻͕e̜̰̳̺͇̳͓̙a҉̜͎͙̪͙͘r̠͇͕̦̗͇̮,̢̯͎̲ ̪ͅṣ̸͇͍͎̙̘̥͖͝a̛̤͙̠̫̤̯͓c̞̞͕͢r̨̡͓͚̲̜̗̳̩͘i͍̦̩̼̭̭͕f̴̡̦̲͞i̲͔͟c̛̼̣̯͉̜͇͠e̛͖̭̯̕ all i had, perhaps my biggest vice
i woke to the tinest whisper, the ghost of your arms clinging to my throat and the echo of a l̸̘̞͞a̗̗̻͍͠͡͡ú̴̞̮̗̰̹g̹̝̻̗͢h̶͖̰̻̤̺t̶͔͇̼̥̠ͅe̤̫͘͜͝r̶̞̘̭͖,̧̱͢ ͇͎̱̞̮͕͕s̼͓h̷̪̲̘̱̝ę̸̡͙̗̝͖̤͉̦̭̬ ̠͞͠l͇̱̯͍͕̱̭a͉̞̣̫̘͓̪͜͢͠u̸̞͍̠̮̯͜g̮̘̣͞h̼̭̼̜ͅs͏̪̦͇̬͈͠,̖͙̀͞ ̸̱͙͢ì̭͚̣͇̬̗̙̤̀n̨̮̯̺̼n̷̩̟͓̗ͅo̶̷̠̤͕c͇̻̖̖͈̦͓̟͜ḙń̠̮͍̩t̴̴̷̩̫͉̟̼̼ ̨̺̺̺̲̭͉͔̺͠p̘̻͎̭͙̳u̡̱͖͚̘̯̦͕r̵̪̮ḙ̛̥̯̜͓̻̺͍͚
but i was met with nothing more than the soul crushing dark. i guess...
i guess i should have known.
Published 24th Jan 2018
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