within lies the demons

December 19, 2008
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i sit in the corner
black vines creep upon my neck
gorie veins burst with ache
flesh deteriates
rotting smell fills my surrounding
unveiled mask ripped off by the unwinded demons
float around above the beneath
unlieing of my heart
believe in the darkness
journal pages warped with tears
written blood caligraphy
smoky fog mists my pain
internal demons awake





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