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Fading fast to this relentless disease
With no relief or end in sight
Broken and beaten to my knees
No desire to stand, no will to fight
No desire to stand, no will to fight
I speak of a place where demons dwell
Where all your fears come to light
A hell on earth I know all too well
A hell on earth I know all too well
Of crimson rivers and scarred shores
This darkened cavern in which I fell
Welcomes me back like each time before
Welcome me back like each time before
My demons have awaited this return
Gapping wounds and rotting core
I'm home once again, let it burn
With no relief or end in sight
Broken and beaten to my knees
No desire to stand, no will to fight
No desire to stand, no will to fight
I speak of a place where demons dwell
Where all your fears come to light
A hell on earth I know all too well
A hell on earth I know all too well
Of crimson rivers and scarred shores
This darkened cavern in which I fell
Welcomes me back like each time before
Welcome me back like each time before
My demons have awaited this return
Gapping wounds and rotting core
I'm home once again, let it burn
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Mother
Mother:
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh
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In a Little Girl's Mind
There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
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Bringer of the Night
Bringer of the Night:
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawli
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Wonderful imagery and very powerful. Well done.