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Possessed love for Demons

Everyday gets harder, and my heart feels even darker

Nothing can compare to this kind of pain, so thank God my tears don’t stain

If they did people would know, trying to mask the pain that doesn’t show

The days i feel possessed, i try and peal it away; get undressed

You don’t know this kind of pain, until your life pours down like rain

Then comes the feeling of paralyzing fear that pines you you down, and you gasp without making a sound 

Nothing can get me prepared, for the Demons left unshared 

For every Demon inside; clawing at me, inside of me 

They held me like no one else would, they leave their mark on me like wood

I can’t let them go 

When i’m alone they’re the only ones who show 

They’ve corrupted me without notice, making me weak and relentless

It all comes down to all the people who leave, and those well hidden marks up my sleeve

I cannot let go or let them leave

a dark side to express the love of self damage

A Beautiful Tragic Silence ►

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