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Skewed
Hunting the truth
Selling my soul
for food
for the Night
She has become
my stunting pet
Seeking light
just like me
dwelling in pain
She's a mystery
filled with misery
never satisfied
with her vast skies
seeing life...skewed
through someone elses eyes
as I look in the mirror.
I wait for twilight
to kill...
Selling my soul
for food
for the Night
She has become
my stunting pet
Seeking light
just like me
dwelling in pain
She's a mystery
filled with misery
never satisfied
with her vast skies
seeing life...skewed
through someone elses eyes
as I look in the mirror.
I wait for twilight
to kill...
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