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Inside Denial - with Crimsin
My drink of choice,
the inside of a coffin
of a gothic poem, tequila
served with nightmares
yet the dark has no teeth
but screams with a voice,
"What the Hell am I doing here?"
teaming with riddles unspoken
livid nature comes when bidden
greedy intentions come to the front of the skull
it takes a great deal of need to summons the void
pulling inside you with the bitterness of dead
starting in your stomach then goes to your head
plunder your guile
screams from the edge appeased
inside of your denial
darkness peaks then take pieces of you with it
the bleak has spoken
with tears from a lime
bits of you curl up and die inside you
the inside of a coffin
of a gothic poem, tequila
served with nightmares
yet the dark has no teeth
but screams with a voice,
"What the Hell am I doing here?"
teaming with riddles unspoken
livid nature comes when bidden
greedy intentions come to the front of the skull
it takes a great deal of need to summons the void
pulling inside you with the bitterness of dead
starting in your stomach then goes to your head
plunder your guile
screams from the edge appeased
inside of your denial
darkness peaks then take pieces of you with it
the bleak has spoken
with tears from a lime
bits of you curl up and die inside you
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