My soul whirls like chains Swinging back and forth in the cellar The dark side arrives with taunting spirits Wanting to dismantle me at the pillar Rusted nails shoved in like stakes through a heart They burn me at a cross Rip open my flesh Tear me apart Evil flows out as blood through capillaries My soul, the enemy, leaks to where the needle is pointed To an angel, whose love's so cold Injected with sin Satan satisfied within That power prevails As released are the nails Which pinned me down My body lies bruised and dead in a nameless town Pride is withdrawn and stolen by my soul Which once more has taken control It ends the iris of light Since the angel has no chance to fight The dark cycle continues, leaving me alone No flesh, no bone No spirit, no soul I see the death toll grow No thought, no feeling No control, no being
Reason for writing:
Evil, hurt, lonely
Birth sign: Libra
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