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Out of time
written by Genocide Reaper02:27 AM 3/6/05Awaken to the pain.
Feeling the paranoia use me yet again.
Forever haunting, its a viral strain.
One imbedded deep into my soul.
Etched into my heart, the spell that has taken control.
File me failed.
Fill me with sand.
Watch me sink into hateful hell.
Scars beset my flesh.
Memories of my life's mess.
How does it find the strength to be so perpetual?
Is it feeding on my mind and its dark world?
Dub me vile.
Bury me in a frozen tomb.
Running for miles.
Wrapped in gruesome gloom.
Attracting the astonishing pain.
Overwhelmed with rage, I am insane.
Losing myself inside.
Digging into my own twisted mind.
Where all the demons and reckless reasons reside.
Forcing them away.
All the voices I wanted to stay.
Trapped in this gore.
I have always believed in wicked lore.
Rise to find the blood.
Die to find the after world.
After life, after strife, tasting the edge, loving the knife.
Cut from the vine.
Losing my mind.
Mentioned before.
I'm out of time. |
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