dark sarcasm with blade sharpened right
find your home tonight
swing true split skin, with fiery delight,
awake child
flame engulf silent scream
flesh drip like candle wax dream
listening to not a single
or so it seems
awake child
let us have taste of rotten grin
to go with our endless sin
nothing but a glimpse of half-life
awake child
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