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This face of mine is just a frame

Death is on my mind
God help us
but I don't think he can
 
I found a garden to bury my secrets
Feed them carcasses and ruminate  
Arsenic thoughts upon my friendlies
Pseudo acts of faith to the enemy's face
They see the good in me  
While I see the bad in them
What could be daffodils in bloom
Turned into spite in it's place  
 
I wake up early to smoke my demons out  
Play catch up with the Devil in the mirror
Gaze at the floor where I'll take my fall
swish the whiskey around my mouth
And chase it down with phenobarbital
Hell is a place I can't imagine worse
Than walking aimlessly through these tormenting halls
Avoiding eye contact with feeble pawns
Feeling like a curse, no worse
Feeling dead in a living world.
 
My double-helix is daisy chain  
And I'm shoe string budget human being
Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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