Something Lurks
Glass impaling teared skinn, nails all broken, purple blood, the remainings of the chaos, trying to swallow the calm.
Grind the calm, drink the acid
Grind the peace, call the blades.
I wannt to break this mirror and eat all the pieces,
I wannt to feel my blood trough all my throat,
I don't wanna keep a secret to my veins,
so i'll let them know what i'ms saying to the deeps.
it's carved in the tongue, It's stabed in the voice
It's nailed inot the eyes, i can feel it when i spit.
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