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Hell's Chains
Hell is coming up for me
Cloaked in the sweltering heat of the South
My demons lurk hungrily in my mind
Swaying to the hymns I sing from my mouth
A playlist that takes me back
Wraps me up in a world of grey.
If insanity is repetition
Then I'm in a waking looney bin every day.
Unleash the cooing succubi
That drive men to their knees.
Save the scraps for my lonely heart
As I escape into the calling trees.
Cloaked in the sweltering heat of the South
My demons lurk hungrily in my mind
Swaying to the hymns I sing from my mouth
A playlist that takes me back
Wraps me up in a world of grey.
If insanity is repetition
Then I'm in a waking looney bin every day.
Unleash the cooing succubi
That drive men to their knees.
Save the scraps for my lonely heart
As I escape into the calling trees.
Published 28th Jul 2021
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