Rip away flesh and silence laughter,
Drenched in blood,
Soaked in white death,
They deceive,
Words and smiles are but masks,
In choice and force we lost it all,
Chaos and anarchy stand tall,
Always in their finest moments,
Screams are dialed down,
Left for none to hear,
Tears forced for the sliver of sanity,
Solitude is now and has always been the wires in my stitches,
On bended knees we beg for bloodshed,
If not our own then anyone's will surrfice,
This demon owns the wheel,
Noone, not even this shell is safe,
Embrace was all we ever desired,
A second glance,
A faceless companion to sing our uncompromising demise,
But the devil is often busy...

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