Saturday, March 19, 2011

Anathema

black thick my life instinct
scratched into the wound in the soul
cried the tender will my sins
snare me into hell


shrewd sense of the devil stabbing
I torture myself and get rid of
they're my death is victory
I destroyed and ruined punishment



dying impaled sharpest blade
digested wild finish my inner eye
towering passion to pursue life
close your eyes leave my world delights


persuade you
leave me
the tormented
the power

anathema


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