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Because I Wanted to Write Something Dark
Nothing grows
in this garden of bones
shadowed tombstones moan
darkness whispers of beauty found
transgressions and sin no longer bound
the sky turns black with burning lust
the gates to hell await the dusk
a warning to all, beware!
abandon hope and so despair
as fear and morality strive
pray that sanity survives
too late, the gates slam shut
trapped forever in deliriums flood
madness tasting like dripping blood
eyes dilate and hunger consumes you
you feast upon your dark desires
gorge yourself on mortal sins
gnawing fingers to the bone
the devils' garden to be sown
one last thought screams in the night
"this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real"
a mantra recited endlessly
in the rotting decay of reality
"this isn't real, this isn't ........ real"
in this garden of bones
shadowed tombstones moan
darkness whispers of beauty found
transgressions and sin no longer bound
the sky turns black with burning lust
the gates to hell await the dusk
a warning to all, beware!
abandon hope and so despair
as fear and morality strive
pray that sanity survives
too late, the gates slam shut
trapped forever in deliriums flood
madness tasting like dripping blood
eyes dilate and hunger consumes you
you feast upon your dark desires
gorge yourself on mortal sins
gnawing fingers to the bone
the devils' garden to be sown
one last thought screams in the night
"this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real"
a mantra recited endlessly
in the rotting decay of reality
"this isn't real, this isn't ........ real"
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