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demon's song
cult black envy
in dead eyes that don't blink
stares me down from the pages
thinking I don't think
about where I've been and where I'm going
you see the bitch in black is me
it's the demon whore resurrected
then buried ten feet deep
her spirit is called upon
and through gritted teeth she speaks
gravel in her belly
no, she's spineless and weak
my darkness is nothing to fear
it is my place to play hide and seek
you sought me here
across bones and maggots
but I can't lie my demons
are still quite real to me
that part was never conjured from dreams
they are manifestations I really see
to this day I hear them
I repress them you see?
I wanted to evolve
past the limits they placed on me
cult black envy
with a stare so cold
reflected back at me
it is the darkness
with a yawn and a stretch that is waking
it's been asleep
onyx landscapes are quite stunning
you just have to be in a mind to see
all the dark has to offer
while you peer inside of me
children at play
with wicked streaks
keep that in mind
when you encounter demon kind
they play games of the mind
will take you in deep
into the other side of sanity
where your will is theirs to keep
so be mindful of your step here
the slope is steep
careful now
make a steady retreat
they are hungry today
I've not fed them in awhile
it's your soul they long to eat
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