I feel the surge
Like a fire igniting, an unholy urge.
With a blade in hand, I dance with despair,
Gashing open thoughts, a crimson prayer.
Outside the shadows, I’ll bury my pain,
In a grave of silence, where screams go insane.
Final destinations whisper secrets of death,
In the arms of oblivion, I take my last breath.
A graveyard whisper calls me, promises to keep.
In the shadows of the night, I feel the venom rise,
A rush ignites my veins, a wicked fire in disguise.
With a silver blade of madness, I carve my soul in pain,
Scream for the fallen, in this slaughterhouse of dreams,
Run or hide in silence, drown in tourmented screams.
I’ll tread the line between desire and despair,
In a world painted in blood, where nobody cares.
I’ll dance with the shadows, let chaos be my guide,
To embrace the madness, let the sin inside me ride.
In a carnival of demons, I’m spinning out of control,
A masquerade of anguish, with the knife I’ll play the role.
Each drop of blood, a memory, each scar a story told,
In the depths of despair, my heart turns to cold.
I feel the weight of ashes, from the battles I have fought,
In the land of the lost, where the living souls rot.
I long for the sweet relief, where the silence reigns supreme,
In the arms of oblivion, I’ll finally break this seam.
With the noose of regret, my soul won’t be sold.
You haunt my existence, with every breath I take,
Among the ghosts of passion, I’ll find my sweet release.
In the land of the departed, I’ll finally make my stay.
Where I can breathe in silence, unburdened by the dread,
In this final sanctuary, I’ll find solace among the dead.
Drowning in sorrow, I’m trapped in this hell.
Choking on silence, my throat’s in a vise,
You pulled out my heart and laid bare my soul twice.
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