… just some sinister morning musings.


“So pitch its sunk into the bone
Need my kings of the dark and unknown
Such a painful and beautiful fate
I’m proof that its never too late

So many dark things inside of me
Are fighting to set themselves free
I feel hate pouring out of my skin
As my devils recount every sin

So I’ll spill the red life out of you
Lick it up and you won’t have a clue
That all of the light kept inside
Nothing more than a beautiful lie”


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