Existence by Uncreation
Hearing my screams
they die on walls
just like my hope
fearing the dawn
I can't hold on
to breath the air of liest
timegreyed hair
and dead blue eyes
endless nails
on useless hands
carrying the spawn
of electric scans
Bloodpainted signs on the dead walls of the corridor
through the keyhole I can see them all
humaoid demons in white wea rs and a pen in claws
writing down the fears and dreams to see
how the madness spreads in us
the vicitims of sorrows lust
guiding to insanity
to the doors
to kill me free
The windows are made of steel
there's no way, there's no heal
quarantine, the desease,
I can feel it
I can feel the c haos in me
I can't living with all this pain
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