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flayed alive (written with Crimsin)
strikes the knife cutting the thick air with a hiss
pain growing, I've had enough...
tension builds within
clawing it's way up to my tongue
where I spit razors
the venom drips
the damage is done
it's Helter Skelter inside me
and I want to peel off my own skin
just so I don't feel trapped in my own body
I'm dying to break out and touch the sky
yet I'm tied up,
my insides wriggle like snakes eating me alive
shreds the terror within
it has a will of its own
curled into a ball
I fade into the black where I scream
the shadows know me they writhe
coiling up then bite
I feel what others don't
I vomit nothingness
and scream silence into empty air
anxiety demons terrorize
the bright world is full of haunted souls
they pick and pull at me
injecting me with fear of the unknown
my fears tower while I shrink
down into a pit of despair where I can't think
emotional vomit spews forth
I try holding on to things I can't control
but it's like trying to tame a tornado with my hands
I'm left with is broken limbs
holding emptiness
my hurt turned to anger
I am scorned
pain growing, I've had enough...
tension builds within
clawing it's way up to my tongue
where I spit razors
the venom drips
the damage is done
it's Helter Skelter inside me
and I want to peel off my own skin
just so I don't feel trapped in my own body
I'm dying to break out and touch the sky
yet I'm tied up,
my insides wriggle like snakes eating me alive
shreds the terror within
it has a will of its own
curled into a ball
I fade into the black where I scream
the shadows know me they writhe
coiling up then bite
I feel what others don't
I vomit nothingness
and scream silence into empty air
anxiety demons terrorize
the bright world is full of haunted souls
they pick and pull at me
injecting me with fear of the unknown
my fears tower while I shrink
down into a pit of despair where I can't think
emotional vomit spews forth
I try holding on to things I can't control
but it's like trying to tame a tornado with my hands
I'm left with is broken limbs
holding emptiness
my hurt turned to anger
I am scorned
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