Deviate
Twisted
MY BEAUTIFUL SCARS, BLEED THE WORDS THAT I CARVE, SELF-MUTILATION IS MY BELIEF, SCABS OF THE WOUNDS OF RELEASE. MY BEAUTIFUL BLISS, CRYSTAL CLEAR BLACK ABYSS, DEPRESSION I FIND ENTWINED INSIDE, INJECTED RIGHT INTO MY SPINE. SINKING INSIDE, DRAGGING ME DOWN, MENTAL FLESH TEARS, MY TWISTED SPIRAL OF DESPAIR. MY BEAUTIFUL WAR, SACRIFICE I ADORE, A MASS RICOCHET, BULLETS THAT STRAY, SAD HOW THE INNOCENT PAY. THE MIRROR I FACE, ISOLATIONS EMBRACE, REFLECTING MY SOULS SAD EPITHET, SMILING THOUGH MY EYES ARE DEAD. MY REQUIEM PIECE, VICIOUS CIRCLES DECREASE, WAVING AS I DROWN EVERYONE STARES, MY WELL-TRODDEN SPIRAL OF DESPAIR.
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