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who woke the dead
the dead hunts us
the fear that lore us
what pain that craves us
the cold air on my lips
the world spins as i sit
demons enter my mind
but this time i decide not to hide
the blood starts to drip
these white walls are covered in shit
the darkness start to flow
finally the dead has awoke
i feel the vibrations of your steps
everyone in this room is now dead
i look up at my hands
and then i realize
it is not them but I who is the demon
the fear that lore us
what pain that craves us
the cold air on my lips
the world spins as i sit
demons enter my mind
but this time i decide not to hide
the blood starts to drip
these white walls are covered in shit
the darkness start to flow
finally the dead has awoke
i feel the vibrations of your steps
everyone in this room is now dead
i look up at my hands
and then i realize
it is not them but I who is the demon
Published 26th Aug 2020
Author's Note
awake little bird
awake for i still need to eat you
awake for i still need to eat you
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26th Aug 2020 8:38pm
