The Truth, A Beautiful Monster


Terror courses through your nerves
Twisting in your mind
Shadow of your memory
Distorts the flow of time
You feel it in your soul
In your bones
In your blood
Your world turns to ashes
Your ashes turn to mud
And as you scream for mercy
as it echoes through the halls
on and on and on
till the sound fades and falls
You feel me rise around you
tightening my grasp
and I rip you from your dream world
so dreary and outcast
Now let me whisper to you
Be not afraid to hear
all the things that bind you
in the ocean of your fear.

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