Theres a monster in my closet But who'd have known Since, No one knows that he wears clothes as I do He conspires in silence.
Is he conscious of it? Of course he owns those choices. Like black air forces They're common And apart of him. He loaths only those that will oppose him. Or seem to notice there's no stock in that cash crop. That's a lost cause.
Does he hide behind desires Like a lion in the pride. Awaiting the chance to prey on the mild, or the weak.
A fire in eyes he spy's high but goes low. Till it's six feet deep. No ounce of medicine can reliquish this feeling of sickness his intentions malicious; and hidden And I.... I hate him so
With every ounce of me I hate you to the fuckin core. And if I could I would.... I would end; yes I'd kill this nemesis No ounce of resistance or restraint Could suppress This rage I've contained Though night and both day. I'm ashamed To say I've allowed so much hold on my soul Cause only God knows What I've gone through
How you’ve haunted my outhouse Like ju-on still my grudge it lingers He preys on and upon explunges that wholesomeness That once was Until not a bit of innocence exist within.
The fragments of sin lives here. And again I could kill Wipe the earth clean A state of reprieve Now confronts me. I've accepted my fate Dinned in at Satans couryard Harvested the crucible for lucifer. Some might think Ive sold my soul For vengeance I wish I did but didn't
Atlas this empty Feeling rips at me inside out I have doubts constantly Like is it worth it; Well is it? Certainly: I mean revenge is the sweetest victory isn't it No scratch that I’m trippin Over linen sheets Floorboards unattended It’s like the nail sticks in you know Pricks me Simply forced to relive See, hear, sense this episode again and again And again.
But then, I’m compelled to remember I live here And you have limited visitation Fuck that Today you vacate No shelter in place No write me that statement I promise I’ve stated Your time has been wasted Now get the fuck out… No monsters in doors
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