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Dead Insides2

Death and dying
Demonic feeling in my soul something so evil I cannot control.
My heart is crippled in so many ways,
as it decomposes when I count the days,
my skin is rotten everywhere.
When I scream for help no one is there.
I’m losing blood when I cry, I wonder why?

Why am I suffering all the way?
Just make my insides dead anyway.

Hanging me from a rope is a work of art,
when my body shakes and jerks and then it fall apart...
oh well what can I do when I hear demon day let me kill you.

It’s all over now.
I made my vow.
To have dead insides now.
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Published: 10/30/2008
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