People eatne by unknown diseases Watch the passerby with evil, knowing eyes They know why you're alone They can penetrate your liquid disguise Surreal skies, burnt land, siren songs Lead you to confusion, not confined to the mind Quick frantic movements and desperate cries Of losing religion and ancient crimes Unpleasant feelings--intense burning in the brain Beastial screams of frustration--release me Flail about in a drug-induced fever Nothing can clam the shredding beast within It's tearing you away from the inside out Never relenting until it controls your every thought You must always carry this burden--freedom lost Submission is key--forget those long nights you fought You used to think that it was so easy But the inflictor of pain doesn't care You're dead and revenge is impossible Because any death is murder
Reason for writing:
I need the wrist of Jesus Christ, my dead body cries, wasteland, warland, land of th living, speed, Measurements, going down, release of pain.
Birth sign: Gemini
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