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its happening again, my head is hurting and sending me all over the f*cking map. I think I've covered the four corners of the galaxy in just the last 10 minutes or more. the slightest little things bother me and the biggest things don't phase me. its so unpredictable.
I'm trailing, it's raining, something within attempts to eat its way out, burning holes in the sides of my scalp, a beast in a cage breathes fire from its mouth, my eyes bleed red, my soul begins to shred, I become a fury of voices from a choral of monsters, breaking through my fingers cracking limbs and bone. Poison dreams, dead memories, visions of steel, might and valor... wonder blends its faceless voice with fear's shadow, and from forth their loins adrenaline pours through me creating instinct. Dead master's recall their last breath, skies fire-paved sing insane, "hold back the day!" "hold back the day!", its darkest before the scorn. Spurned ways. Dark days. Leveled smiles, inspirations of the moment. fears conjured from the innerwishes of a dying breed of fallen angel, hated for the sphere it's become encased within.
tender flaws, ancient pain. I see the faces and believe in I and I. Fuct by the centaur that cannibalized its rotting master. Cycloptic visions tell of cataclysmic catalogs, each page turning on its own, haunting and awesome. And tears shall pour forth and the wages of sin are never to be remembered! hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate uplifting and desolving, a metaphorasuarus unleashed. hit hate hide scatter shred break split bleed feed spit repeat
I'm trailing, it's raining, something within attempts to eat its way out, burning holes in the sides of my scalp, a beast in a cage breathes fire from its mouth, my eyes bleed red, my soul begins to shred, I become a fury of voices from a choral of monsters, breaking through my fingers cracking limbs and bone. Poison dreams, dead memories, visions of steel, might and valor... wonder blends its faceless voice with fear's shadow, and from forth their loins adrenaline pours through me creating instinct. Dead master's recall their last breath, skies fire-paved sing insane, "hold back the day!" "hold back the day!", its darkest before the scorn. Spurned ways. Dark days. Leveled smiles, inspirations of the moment. fears conjured from the innerwishes of a dying breed of fallen angel, hated for the sphere it's become encased within.
tender flaws, ancient pain. I see the faces and believe in I and I. Fuct by the centaur that cannibalized its rotting master. Cycloptic visions tell of cataclysmic catalogs, each page turning on its own, haunting and awesome. And tears shall pour forth and the wages of sin are never to be remembered! hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate uplifting and desolving, a metaphorasuarus unleashed. hit hate hide scatter shred break split bleed feed spit repeat